Scones POV
All day, those girls rubbed it in that I fancied a guy. They had never seen me give a man a second look, and here I was, salivating over one. I think I've blushed more in the last few hours than I have my whole life. It took me a few days to accept that my man was gone. It was okay to have another one. We were never blessed with children, and now, at Thirty-nine, I feel I am past childbearing age. I am still on the pill; it helped keep my monthly visit under control. I used to be all over the place until I started the pill. Now I am regular as clockwork. No one knows my actual age; they guess, and I let them believe what they want. It's been ten years since my man was taken from me. I miss him terribly, but it's time, my man, and as we had agreed, if one of us went first, the o
