When they reached the house, he parked behind her car, got out and opened her door.
"What did I pack for that picnic?" she asked.
He laughed. "I remember cherry tomatoes, cheese, nuts, fruit, crackers, soda... and jelly beans."
"What happened to it?"
"Your father brought it back for Carl and me to share on the back porch, because your mother insisted that we eat. It was the worst meal either of us had ever eaten. Every bite was a reminder that..." He raised his head and looked at her. "To this day, I have not been on another picnic."
"Why not?"
He shook his head."Too many sad memories."
She reached out and touched his cheek. "When the weather warms up, we'll do something about that. Perhaps on the anniversary of that last picnic, and create new memories."
"It's a date," he said, with a smile.
"Not the first one, I hope." She gave him a quick hug and slid into her car. Lowering the window, she said, "And I still like jelly beans."
He laughed as she drove off. 'For the rest of our lives.' sounded good again.
