Sipping her wine, she was putting her glass down when she replied, "I agree totally. The boys have been our lives."
She sighed as she thought a moment. "I don't pretend to understand how he must feel because I don't. That's something that medical school can't teach. I honestly don't know how to approach that outside of maybe taking it slow and hoping that I grow on him a bit."
She was at a lost for words. The evening was perfect and they were enjoying their time. It's those silent moments where two people who, just in looking at each other, speak volumes. She had her left hand on her wine glass, her right on the table. She sat relaxed in her chair, her red locks flowing over her shoulders and down her back as a soft smile stayed on her face. She noticed him admiring her and she did the same of him. She saw what Cynthia once saw. She had obviously been a woman of good taste and very lucky. Even though Cynthia had given her life in combat for her people, Doreen herself felt privileged to be able to be with what was once hers.