I drove out to see her. It’d been years. Saw a picture of her, a snapshot of how she used to be; tall, tanned, and blonde with green eyes. Looked like emeralds in the night. Shining under streetlights as we talked just before going back to our spouses; best kept secret in town.

She kept saying she was going to leave him. Said she was going to leave all this behind; the car, money, house, kids. Just take off. She was kind of selfish that way. Always looking out for her own interests. No matter how crazy it was. She always followed through. Nothing stopped her. I always admired that.

Annie died about a year ago. We had a proper funeral for her. Will, our son, sang her favorite song. Ginger, the youngest, said the eulogy. I walked around thanking folks for coming. Made sure the trays of beef and chicken were hot. Annie always hated a cold meal.

A few months had passed, and I heard from her. First time in twelve years. Said she got my number from a friend of ours. Told me how sorry she was about Ann’s passing. I told her thank you and pictured her in my mind how she must look now.

She said her hair was now gray. Long, but gray. No surgery, still had the same body. Maybe a sag here and there. But, pretty much the same.

I asked her if she still had green eyes? She laughed. Told me some things never change.