Ace of Spades

I've helped her more than a few times in the last couple months, stowing groceries into the gigantic trunk of her Ford Galaxy. "Thank you, young man. It gets a little harder every trip to get all these bags up and into the trunk." Mrs. Webbe said jovially. I smiled quietly as she hobbles to the driver door. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you get so many groceries?" She froze for a moment, nearly going unnoticed. Her eyes were closed and she had a somber smile under them. "I spent 68 years making dinner for two with my Herb, and I forget every night that he isn't there in the living room in his chair, waiting for my kiss on his cheek and a steak on the table. There's just some things you can never not do, especially after so long."