“Beer or soda?” Michael asked me. A teenager in a striped uniform drummed her fingers on the counter while waiting for our order.
“Diet whatever, and popcorn, extra butter.”
“Diet soda to make up for the buttery popcorn?” He lifted an eyebrow, then told the kid what we wanted.
“You got it.” I chuckled, then felt a tapping on my shoulder. I turned my head and was surprised to see Aunt Sue.
“What are you doing here young man? I didn’t know you were a tennis fan.” She grinned, and I noticed a rosy glow on her cheeks. She looked happier than I remembered, content.
“I didn’t know you were one either.” I opened my arms and gave her a hug. “Michael, do you remember my Aunt Sue?” I asked him when he handed me the popcorn and soda.
“Yes! Wow, it’s been years. How have you been?” He placed his
