Continued, Life A Love Story
“Look, honey!” the young woman says, pointing to a footprint in the concrete. “I wonder if this is of the man who lived here.”
Her husband leans down to inspect the mark. “How do you know it’s a man?”
“Look how big it is!”
The man puts a hand to the woman’s bulging belly. “Speaking of big…”
The woman smiles. “I know. Only three more weeks and she’ll be here with us.”
“I can’t wait,” the man says softly.
“You can’t wait!” the woman says, laughing.
They stand together looking down at the footprint. “We can have that fixed,” the man says.
“So you want to buy the house?” the woman asks.
The man nods. “You?”
“I do. I really like it. We can fix the bathroom and the kitchen for not too much and then it should last us for a long time.”
The man reaches for his wife’s hand. “Okay, let’s go and tell the agent we want to make an offer.” He starts to walk away, but his wife pulls on his hand.
She points to the footprint. “I want to keep this.”
Her husband frowns. “Why?”
The woman looks out over the yard, into the lacy-leafed trees at the far back boundary, and shrugs. “I don’t know,” she says. “I just think it should stay here.”
“We’ll see,” her husband says. “I don’t want you tripping on anything.”
The couple joins hands and walks around to the front of the house, where Sandy Bellman sits in a rocker on the porch, checking the messages on her phone.
“Ready?” she asks.
“Ready,” they both say, smiling.