Page 57 of Hard To Love

the story. Even I found myself drawn into it as he read with so

much heart and soul. It felt as though he was telling his own tragic

story. As Nick read on, all I could think about was hopping in his

lap and kissing him.

When our time ended, I was just as disappointed as everyone

else. In fact, I had thought about asking Nick to read the book to

me later. As Nick got up to speak with the director of the

retirement home, I stayed behind waiting. An older gentleman

walked over and sat next to me.

“Love . . . such a worthy cause, wouldn’t you say” he said with

a happy sigh.

“Pardon?” I said, a little off guard.

“Being in love it is a wonderful feeling,” he said, looking over

at Nick.

“O—oh—w—we’re not in love,” I stuttered.

“You could have fooled me with those stares.” He snickered,

then got up and walked away. My eyes widened. When I looked

over at Nick again, he was heading towards me.

“Ready?” Nick asked. I nodded and then followed him out.

When we got to my car, I looked at my watch and sighed. I was

relieved but disappointed.

“That was one of my favourite plays written by Shakespeare,” I

replied, smiling. “Tragic love stories are my favourite.” “What is it about tragic love that reels women in?” Nick said

with a shake of his head.

“The rush of forbidden love, I guess,” I said with a shrug. “Forbidden love, huh?” He chuckled.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed the day so far, I have to end it here,”

I said, glancing over at him. “I have less than an hour to get ready

for work.”

“Okay,” he replied with a smile. “Are you able to drop me off at

the next place? Then I can find a way home from there.” He asked.

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