She's sitting at the table, the hours get later. He was supposed to be here; she's sure he would have called.
She waits a little longer, there's no one in the driveway.
No one's said they've seen him. Why, is something wrong?
She looks back to the window; Suddenly the phone rings.
A voice says something's happened; That she should come right now.
Her mind goes to December. She thinks of when he asked her
He bent down on his knees first.
And he said...