He was stirring his tea when she walked in. He looked up and smiled knowingly at her and nodded towards the empty chair across from him.

“That wasn’t four sugars, was it?” she smiles warmly at him.

“Shush, let an old man be.”

“You know what your doctor said…” she let the sentence hang.

He stared at his tea, still stirring as she ordered herself a coffee.

“The knee is acting up again.”

“Why don’t you move to the home? They can look after you properly there.”

“And lose my freedom? That’s the only thing I have left!” he barked.

They both looked at their drinks and sat in silence.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t you become like one of them too.”

“I’m just concerned. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, but… after all that has happened. I would rather be alone.”

“You say that, but you still come see me every week,” she winked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Ahhh, you’re different. You’re… “

He started sniffling.

“Old age. Bah. I have too much time to think.”

“Oh come on, Frank. I’ve only got an hour today. Let’s go for a nice walk.”

They leave the café arm in arm.