Perhaps he liked it.
Perhaps he wanted me to feel beautiful.
At the back of my closet, I found the navy four-inch heels I had worn to my granddaughter’s wedding.
I thought they’d go well with the navy dress I planned to wear.
Perhaps he liked it.
I sent Richard a picture.
“All right, Richie. But don’t complain if I block the restaurant lighting.”
He replied with three smiling emojis.
***
The following evening, my granddaughter stood in my bedroom doorway while I fastened the ankle straps.
I sent Richard a picture.
“You look gorgeous, Grandma.”
“I look qualified to dust ceiling fans.”
She took a photograph anyway.
In it, I was smiling more broadly than I had realized.
“You look gorgeous, Grandma.”
