Elizabeth held every moment of those two days as diamonds.
How Jeff smiled, the sound of his laugh, his clever glance. She could see him standing, cheering for the team, sipping his drink, fixing his shirt.
And she could remember the night he didn’t show up.
She was so annoyed as she sat in front of the television, watching evening news.
Why hadn’t he called?
Had he forgotten?
Had something happened…
that was when the reports of the pile up came over the air, and there was Jeff’s mother’s car, crushed.
She leapt to her feet and exclaimed, and her mother asked; “You recognise a car?”
“That’s Jeff’s mother’s car!”
“Call them….” her father ordered.