Once upon a time, we were gifted a weekend in the Poconos – meals included. To our surprise and the surprise of four other couples, we shared an assigned table.
I only remember two of the couples. A tall, slender, well-groomed, newly married, quiet couple. Their hands were often entwined, as I’m sure were their hearts.
The other couple, sitting across from us, may have also been newly married, but they didn’t seem to be a good match at first glance. He was classically handsome. She was not physically attractive. As they sat down, her face showed the same surprised look I believe the rest of us had as we filled the chairs around the table. But with a sweet countenance I believe the rest of us didn’t display. He was visibly angry at the arrangement. He mumbled something about how it was a mistake to have booked there as he plopped into his seat.
We only saw our table mates during the meals. As a group we weren’t very social. I’d label us polite. But that weekend, with each meal, the handsome man became less handsome. His wife, more beautiful.
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