Saturday tradition. Mark cooked the food; Dorry cleaned up the mess. Michael was in the recliner watching cartoons,but Mark always stayed in the kitchen and read to his wife.âDo you have anything in here today?â
âUh-huh,âDorry said as she rinsed a plate and placed it in the dishwasher. âIt should be in the first section.â
âAnd it is about . . . ?â Mark turned the pages quickly, searching for his wifeâs byline.
City council voting on sign restrictions for small businesses and the redistricting of school board members. Iâm sure youâll want to cut it out and frame it.â
âHere it is.â Mark spread out the paper on the table. âPage fourteenâDorry Chandler. Do I have to read it?â
âNo, but if youâll let me read it, Iâll be able to go back to sleep.â
âBoring, huh?â
âUnbelievably.â
âIt sounds boring.â
âYouâre very perceptive,â Dorry said as she closed the dishwasher and pressed the START button. She poured another cup of coffee and sat down across from Mark. âWhat else is in there? Read to me.â
âOkay . . .,â Mark said.âLetâs see . . .what should we read? Sports? Hard news? Sports? International news? Lifestyles? Or . . . sports?â
âAnything but sports,â Dorry said, taking a sip of her coffee.
âThe Broncosâ offensive coordinator is upset about the turf conditions for tomorrowâs game.â
âTragic. Next.â
âThe Rockies and the Braves are talking about an off-season trade.â
âA trade?! I know my life will change. Excuse me,â Dorry said banging her spoon on the side of her coffee cup.âExcuse me, Marky, but was it someone else to whom I made the request âanything but sportsâ?â
Mark tried to suppress a smile. âWhat? Oh! Iâm sorry, dear. Youâre right. Let me find some dull, humdrum, mind-numbing articles we can enjoy together!â He grabbed another section with a flourish.
âSheesh! Hereâs a picture of a woman who is 104 years old.â âNo way!â
âMm-hmm. Mrs. Bonnie Mae Bounds of Fordyce, Arkansas. The cutline on the picture says sheâs 104.And she doesnât look a day over a hundred.â
âFunny. You want some coffee?â
âSure.â
Dorry stood and stretched. Before pouring the coffee, she glanced at the picture of the old woman. There was no accompanying article. It was wire service filler, sent to newspapers as human interest, for use on slow news days. The photograph was largeâalmost one-eighth of a page. Bonnie Mae Bounds, an African-American woman with snow-white hair, was seated in a wooden, high-backed rocking chair with a shawl draped across her lap. The photo had been taken indoors, presumably in her home. There was, Dorry saw, a painting of a house on the wall over her right shoulder and a bookshelf directly behind her. Though the picture was in black and white, Dorry imagined that the long dress she wore was a dark green or blue.
âGee. A hundred and four.â Dorry stepped over to the counter to get the coffeepot.
Mark turned the page. Then another couple of pages. âSwim lessons are opening for five-year-olds at the Y.We want to do that, donât we?â Mark looked up.âDorry?â
Dorry was standing at the counter beside the refrigerator. She had her back to Mark, the coffeepot in her hand, and was not moving a muscle. When Mark said her name, she turned around with a quizzical expression on her face. âTurn back to that picture,â she said.
âWhat?â
Dorry turned again, placing the coffeepot in its holder. âThe photo of the old lady, turn back to it.â She walked back to him.
âWhy do youâ,â he began as he reached to thumb through the paper.
âMark!â she interrupted and made a âhurry up!â motion with
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