expected to meet again.
The Reunion Nobody Expected
Then, one ordinary afternoon, Margaret attended a church bake sale.
She was standing near a table of homemade pies when she heard a familiar voice behind her“Margaret?”
She turned.
For a moment, she didn’t recognize the man standing there.
Then she looked into his eyes.
Thomas.
Older, of course.
His hair had turned gray. His face carried the marks of decades of living.
But his smile was the same.
“You still wear your hair the same,” he said.
Margaret laughed.
“And
