“Only if you never dance in public again.”
“That’s unreasonable!”
We married anyway.
“You’re stuck with me now,” he joked.
“Good. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Stanislaw became a childhood memory.
Will you marry me?
***
Until one Thursday evening.
My 27-year-old granddaughter Emma came home looking unusually pale.
“Grandma, something strange happened.”
“Did your boss finally discover you’re smarter than him?”
“No. An elderly man approached me outside work.”
Stanislaw became a childhood memory.
My daughter Margaret looked up immediately. “Did he bother you?”
“He asked whether my grandmother’s name was Zofia.”
My teacup stopped halfway to my mouth.
“Exactly what did he say?”
“He asked if I was Emma, then whether my grandmother was originally from Poland.”
“Did he give you his name?”
An elderly man approached me outside work.
“No. But he gave me this.”
