Epilogue
Los Angeles, California
1990
“I actually encouraged him to propose,” Daniel grumbled as he straightened his tie. “Can you believe that? She’s too young to get married.”
“She’s thirty-three,” Carol reminded him, carefully applying her lipstick. “And Paul is good for her.”
“I can’t believe she talked him into moving to Africa for a year. A year.” Daniel shook his head. “Is this straight?”
“You look perfect.” She smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt. “Come on, Daniel, how could she pass up the opportunity to work in the hospital you built?”
“I suppose I should just be happy you’re not joining her,” he said, reaching for his shoes.
“Actually…”
He froze. “You’re kidding, right?”
She laughed. “Yes, I am. But you should have seen your face.”
“I’m too old for that, Carol. You
