What can YOU say in six sentences?
They drove from Hayneville to Montgomery, to the Olive Garden, where Stump ordered the fried appetizer trio and Char had the braised beef and tortelloni in mushroom-marsala wine sauce, and they talked between bites in a desultory way. She noticed that, after 25 years, she still found him attractive -- his hairline was holding steady, his eyes still twinkled. He noticed that after 25 years, despite a certain roundness at the jawline, she still had that megawatt smile and an animated way of talking about, well, everything.
Their conversation on that evening covered Hayneville rumors, the ungodly price of an alternator ($650) at the Ford dealership, the fact that their dog (let's face it) would never allow herself to be bathed at the groomer, wildfires in Colorado, the possibility that college football was the official religion of Alabama, megachurches and their neighbor Bootsy Sykes' unmowed lawn.
After dinner, they drove home slowly with both the air conditioner on and the windows open, enjoying the westering sun and the tastes in their mouths of their respective meals.
The radio played oldies from the 70s, and both of them pleasantly anticipated bedtime when they would make love the way most couples do after many years: slowly, with a precise knowledge of what the other likes and needs.