“I will stand by you no matter what.”
He first said those words years ago, never imagining that they could become so literal, while he leans on his wife for support.
Waves crash and recede in bubbling whispers around their bare feet, well, three feet, one plaster cast with a heel.
“Next time you say ‘don’t walk there, it’s icy,’ I promise I’ll listen.”
“You shouldn’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.”
“Never. Not once.” Then, he laughs.
“I love you. That’s all.”
“Yes. That is funny. I love you too.”
“Hilarious.” They stumble on, together.