The watch

       The watch, Roni thought, as she rested her head
back into the seat. It had been their twentieth anniversary. She and Mack were
in Saint John when she saw it in the hotel gift shop. He knew she liked it, but
he thought it was too much to pay for a watch. While Roni showered after a day
on the beach, Mack had gone to the shop and surprised her at dinner with it. It
was a romantic dinner, an open-air restaurant right on the beach, soft
candlelight. Roni could picture it clearly in her mind, back when things were
good and she felt like they didn’t have any worries. Funny how only a few years
would put them in such a different place. It had been over two years since that
terrible Monday. The day she learned that Lehman Brothers was no more. 





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