We had dinner in a fish restaurant next to an eighty year old couple.The man was quiet. I don't think he had any teeth.
The woman told us she was worried about having left the upstairs windows open in the rain. She had red manicured nails and wore gold jewelery.
They ordered one plate of pasta and shared it. They still only ate half.
They took the two biscuits that came with it home in a plastic bag.
They didn't say one word to each other, but obviously shared a life. Literally. Talking had become an unnecessary task.
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