It’d been like any other morning when I found Luna wandering on my block. Since my wife’s death, I’ve been walking alone. Luna was good company on our adventure to find her owner.
I’d walked three blocks when an attractive woman in her mid-60s, like me, ran toward us.
“Luna, I’ve been looking for you. How can I repay you--?”
“Desmond. It wasn’t a bother.”
“ I’m Marisol. How about some lemonade? It’s so hot out.”
I agreed and walked with Luna and Marisol back to her apartment, where Marisol’s been making me lemonade for almost a year.