I stopped my writings and I went towards Frans's voice. I went to the kitchen. She prepared a quick breakfast and we ate it. It was delicious. I missed her cooking. She was always a great cook, just like my mom. I could not have wished for a better wife. We put on some clothes and I put on some shoes for walking. They were not old and destroyed. She bought me a new pair when we got together again.
-“I missed you so much Fran, you know that right?” –I said while gazing at her eyes.
She smiled and said that we need to get going or we would be late. We started walking throughout the neighborhood. Everyone was still there.
-“Look Fran, there is Travis.” –we waved together.
-“Hello, neighbor.” –Travis replied.
-“Where is the beagle?” –I asked.
-“What beagle?” –he asked.
Fran pulled my a
