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door. I didn’t open it.
I Finally Took the Cruise My Late Husband and I Dreamed of for 30 Years—Then the Captain Told Me to Look Under Table Seven
The next morning, I ordered two coffees before I remembered. The server set both down; steam curled above Frank’s empty chair. An older couple at the next table glanced over.
“Waiting for someone?” the woman asked gently.
“My husband died three months ago,” I said. “Old habit.”
