Our Souls at Night Page #4

How's the bad back?

Uh, it's still a bit sore,

but it's okay, I guess.

Uh-huh.

I bet it is.

How's that?

Well, we gotta compliment you...

on your energy.

Yes, sir.

We all wish we had your energy.

Well, it's been... it's been fun.

- Oh, come on.

- Where you going?

Sit down, Louis.

We're just getting started.

Finish your coffee.

Oh, I think I understand.

- Come on!

- Where you going?

- No need to rush off.

- Come on, it's just us!

You got a whole day to mope.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah.

- Oh, let me get it.

- No, thanks.

You gonna need

to get some groceries after?

It's not like I have anyone else

to cook for.

I was gonna tell you, you know.

I see him leave sometimes in the morning.

Guess others do, too.

It's not what you think.

- It's not?

- No.

Well, in that case, I'm insulted.

Not even dead yet,

and you're already replacing me.

You are irreplaceable.

You know that.

Uh-huh.

What do you think of him?

He seems all right.

Mows my lawn from time to time.

Shovels the walk when it snows.

Well, that's nice. Huh?

But he's no saint.

I could tell you about that.

His wife could've told you.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

We all have history.

That we do, that we do.

Oh.

- So I guess we're not a secret anymore.

- How's that?

You know Dorlan Becker?

Bald guy, used to own the men's store.

- Why?

- Yeah.

Yeah, he's... he's, um...

He's one of the guys I meet with,

uh, down at the coffee shop.

- He's a real piece of work.

- Uh-huh.

Well, anyway, he wanted to know

how come I had so much energy.

What?

I said he wanted to know

how come I had so much energy.

What's so funny?

What'd you tell him?

Well, I... I got mad.

I don't think I handled it very well.

In fact, I think I'm still mad.

Yeah, I can see.

So, Louis, what's the problem?

Well, I don't want anybody

to think anything bad.

- Anything bad?

- Yeah.

- Like what?

- About you or about us.

Oh.

Let it go, Louis.

We always knew people would find out.

Who cares?

Are you over it yet?

I'm getting there.

So I've been thinking.

I've got this idea.

I'm listening.

Why don't we go into town, have lunch...

just take our time and enjoy ourselves?

- In public?

- Yeah.

When do you want to do it?

Sunday. About noon?

Sounds fine to me.

Maybe I'll wear something bright

and flashy.

Hi.

- Hi, Charlie.

- Louis, how are you?

- Okay.

- Sir.

Your server will be right with you.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Doesn't seem too revolutionary so far.

It was a very hot summer evening.

And Connie had the hose on

with one of those...

Remember those old-fashioned

sprinkler heads?

- Yeah, right.

- That the kids could jump

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