“About four years, but they were one of those couples everyone admired. You should see the pictures of all the romantic dates he took Grandma on,” Jane replied, wiping a tear from under her eye as we stopped at St. Mary"s front doors. “There are a few of these amazing picnics he planned in the library. He and Grandma worked there right after she graduated from Braxton.”
“Nana D talks about my grandpop in the same way. There"s something touching about the way couples courted in the past. I"m scared we"ve lost that magic today.” I handed Jane a tissue and listened with sympathetic ears as she told me all about one picnic that Ian had arranged for Minnie.
“I still believe in love. You should too.” Jane patted her cheeks dry and tossed the tissue in the nearby trash container. “I"ve been won
