"Well, new hairdo, red lining in your jacket, peach ice cream, I declare this is going to be quite the evening,"he smiled at his aunt. She was entertaining an old beau from the old days, it had been 20 years, she wrote him and invited him for Friday supper.
"It's just pot luck, another place at the table on a Friday night," she said. But it was more, it was sweet, and she was smiling, she was young again and her eyes had a twinkle. A kind twinkle.