Sally watched Billy as he ate his lunch. Huge bites of the sandwich, snip, snap, snout, sandwich finished. Billy looked up, his brooding eyes catching hers and she smiled.
The smile crossed the borders of their relationship, it jumped over the hurdles, one, two, three and landed into the pools of moody eyes.
The chasm created by
too many arguments,
too many battles,
too many long nights in separate beds,
was dispelled in a simple gesture of goodwill.
He reached across the table and she, still smiling held his hand.
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