On the third anniversary of our first date, Karen asked me to take her back to the overlook.
It was raining again.
Of course it was.
She stood beside my car, holding a black umbrella.
I laughed when I saw her.
“Really? The same umbrella?”
“It’s a perfectly good umbrella.”
“It’s practically a character in our relationship.”
She smiled.
“You’re the one who keeps bringing up the past.”
I opened the passenger door for her.
“Your chariot.”
She climbed in.
I started the engine, and we drove up the familiar road.
The city glittered beneath us, its streets shining with rain.
I parked near the railing.
For a while, we stood side by side, looking at the lights.
Then Karen slipped her hand into mine.
“Do you remember what I asked you that night?”
“Which question? You asked me approximately a thousand.”
She laughed.
“I asked you to take me somewhere quiet.”
