I lean over the table at our favorite restaurant. “I need to go to the ladies room.”
You’d think by now I’d remember to take my white cane so I don’t have to bother hubby. Sigh.
“Sure, hon.” He drops his fork on his plate. “Let’s go.”
He takes me by the hand. We circle around tables and head down the hallway. When we reach the bathroom door, I hand him my purse. He opens the door, and whispers…
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