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kitchen table before discussing an idea of my own, something that I thought Jane had overlooked.
    With his good hand, Noah reached over and patted my leg as if giving me the okay.
    “How about Anna?” he asked. “How’s she doing?”
    “She’s fine. I don’t think Jane’s reaction surprised her in the least.”
    “And Keith?”
    “He’s fine, too. At least from what Anna said.”
    Noah nodded. “A good young couple, those two. They both have kind hearts. They remind me of Allie and myself. ”
    I smiled. “I’ll tell her you said that. It’ll make her day.”
    We sat in silence until Noah finally motioned toward the water.
    “Did you know that swans mate for life?” he said.
    “I thought that was a myth.”
    “It’s true,” he insisted. “Allie always said it was one of the most romantic things she’d ever heard. For her, it proved that love was the most powerful force on earth. Before we were married, she was engaged to someone else. You knew that, right?”
    I nodded.
    “I thought so. Anyway, she came to visit me without telling her fiancé, and I took her out in a canoe to a place where we saw thousands of swans clustered together. It was like snow on the water. Did I ever tell you that?” I nodded again. Though I hadn’t been there, the image was vivid in my mind, as it was in Jane’s. She often spoke of that story with wonder.   “They never came back after that,” he murmured. “There were always a few in the pond, but it was never like that day again.” Lost in the memory, he paused. “But Allie liked to go there anyway. She liked to feed the ones that were there, and she used to point out the pairs to me. There’s one, she’d say, there’s another one. Isn’t it wonderful how they’re always together?” Noah’s face creased as he grinned. “I think it was her way of reminding me to stay faithful.” “I don’t think she needed to worry about that.”
    “No?” he asked.
    “I think you and Allie were meant for each other.”
    He smiled wistfully. “Yes,” he finally said, “we were. But we had to work at it.
    We had our tough times, too.”
    Perhaps he was referring to her Alzheimer’s. And long before that, the death of one of their children. There were other things, too, but these were the events he still found difficult to discuss.
    “But you made it seem so easy,” I protested.
    Noah shook his head. “It wasn’t. Not always. All those letters I used to write to her were a way of reminding her not only how I felt about her, but of the vow we’d once made to each other.”
    I wondered if he was trying to remind me of the time he’d suggested that I do such a thing for Jane, but I made no mention of it. Instead, I brought up something I’d been meaning to ask him.
    “Was it hard for you and Allie after all the kids had moved out?” Noah took a moment to think about his answer. “I don’t know if the word was hard, but it was different.”
    “How so?”
    “It was quiet, for one thing. Really quiet. With Allie working in her studio, it was just me puttering around the house a lot of the time. I think that’s when I started talking to myself, just for the company.”
    “How did Allie react to not having the kids around?” “Like me,” he said. “At first, anyway. The kids were our life for a long time, and there’s always some adjusting when that changes. But once she did, I think she started to enjoy the fact that we were alone again.” “How long did that take?” I asked.
    “I don’t know. A couple of weeks, maybe.”
    I felt my shoulders sag. A couple of weeks? I thought.   Noah seemed to catch my expression, and after taking a moment, he cleared his throat. “Now that I think about it,” he said, “I’m sure it wasn’t even that long. I think it was just a few days before she was back to normal.” A few days? By then I couldn’t summon a response.   He brought a hand to his chin. “Actually, if I remember right,” he went on, “it