By Ellie Levin, a member of Get Your Wordsworth
It was my husband Jud’s birthday, June 24th. We left our friend’s home in Maine early in the morning in order to get to Manhattan by evening. Around four in the afternoon, Jud pulled into a McDonald’s parking space.
“If we just get a drink,” I said, “we can go to a really nice place for your birthday. I could see that he was not listening. At the counter, he ordered two children’s plates.
“I don’t want one of those,” I mumbled.
“They are both for me. Order what you want,” was his instant reply.