They Went on a Holiday Cruise and Left Me With a Man They Called a “Problem”

swelled in the room.

“You favor the Romantics,” he said quietly.

I turned on the bench. He sat upright, hands folded over his cane, his glasses catching the lamplight.

“My late wife adored Chopin,” he said. The words came out softer than anything he’d said before. I watched his face change as he spoke, a small loosening around the mouth, a distant look continue reading …