He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. Said nothing. Just nodded.
About twenty minutes later, the SUV pulled into the underground parking garage at Galleria Mall.
I got out two spaces behind them and followed at a distance.
Marjorie had her arm looped through Rufus's. They walked side by side, shoulders touching, tilting their heads toward each other now and then to talk.
Something he said made her laugh, her eyes crinkling into little crescents.
I knew that laugh too well.
She used to laugh like that in college.
After we got married, it almost disappeared.
She smiled when she held my arm too, but it was different. That smile was gentle, composed. A wife's smile.
Now, on Rufus's arm, she laughed like a girl.
They went into a clothing store first. Marjorie tried on two outfits, spinning in front of the mirror after each one, turning back to ask Rufus if it looked good.
Rufus was leaning against a nearby rack, hands shoved in his pockets, head tilted to one side.
"Gorgeous. You look gorgeous in everything."
She handed the clothes to the salesgirl and said she'd take both.
Rufus pulled out his phone and scanned the code to pay. Not a second of hesitation.