Dispensing with my utensils, I picked up one of my lamb chops with my hands and tore into the meat, gnawing it to the bone to savor every last bite. When I finally looked up from my plate, I told Edward that I agreed with him about how quickly time was passing. It had been more than three years since I met this endearing man. I was now officially divorced and my daughter was rapidly becoming a teenager. But Edward shook his head. No, he said, he meant something else. He meant that he was conscious of time running out and that he just wouldn’t have the energy to do some of the things he wanted
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