A SPILL OF HER PAST

So I finished my supper at about half past eight and all the kids tore out of the diner after washing their plates. I walked up to Agnes who seemed fully occupied with cleaning the tables, “Hey, Agnes. Want me to help?” Agnes jerked her head quickly and wiped her eyes, “Ah oh! no, no. I’ll finish this in a minute and we’ll sit by the hearth. What’s say, a cup of coffee to warm ourselves” she said hurriedly “Ok fine” I said and went to the hall. There were soft, plushy beanbags there. I made myself comfortable on the red one.

Minutes later, Agnes came with two steaming cups of coffee, “I sipped on the coffee and instantly felt warm. I tried to make small talk with her. “Agnes, what’s your age?” She turned her head to the side and said, “I’m 29 years old. I guess that’s your age too.” I was surprised, “Actually you’re right. I’ll be turning 29 soon. Then I guess we can be buddies, right?” she nodded slightly, “Maybe.”

There was an awkward silence as the sound of the crackling fire went on. I jumped to another unexpected question directly, “Where is your husband Agnes. Can I meet him?”

Few seconds later after looking a bit blue, she replied gravely,...