“I seem to have a vague recollection that we had a couple of children, is that right?” asks Al, as Millie straightens out the bedsheets.
“That’s right,” says Millie.
“Whatever became of them?” asks Al.
“Rob’s gone to school, and Peggy’s driving downtown with Fred,” replies Millie.
“Fred?” says Al. Millie steps around him. “Oh,” says Al, getting out of the way. “Oh, yeah, Fred! He’s a good guy.” Al steps out of the way, as Millie negotiates around him with the breakfast tray.
“All right?” says Millie, holding out the tray and motioning Fred to get back in bed. Al doesn’t move. Millie, not sure what to do, sets the tray on the bed. “Here’s your breakfast. I have work to do!” she says, with a nervous lightness.
Al puts his hand on Millie’s wrist, and draws her close. They embrace, and kiss.
Peggy and Fred arrive at the Grandview Arms Apartments, in Peggy’s 1941 Plymouth.
“Well,” says Fred, “it was nice knowing you, Peggy.”
“That sounds like a permanent goodbye,” says Peggy.