1. Max and Rosie Pt. 1


    Date: 10/19/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    moving forward so she could see the whole row of them by the fence. “The yellow ones are daffodils and the red and white ones are tulips,” Max told her. “Oh, yes, daffodils,” she repeated. “What day is it?” she asked picking up her cup and taking a sip. “It’s Thursday,” Max answered, seeing her nod. “Leah called earlier to see how you were.” “Leah? Who’s Leah? That name sounds familiar.” “She’s our daughter,” Max answered, suddenly remembering the time they had been in an elevator, going to see Santa Claus, and a large black man stepped in and Leah, who was three, said, “Mommy, I don’t like black people,” and Rosie said, “Well, you picked a hell of a time to tell me,” which made the black man laugh. Max was always amazed by how quick Rosie’s mind was, how she made their friends laugh when they came over for dinner. Rosie was the funniest and most intelligent person he had ever known and seeing her brilliant mind withering into the fog of Alzheimer's right before his eyes was unbearable. When Rosie finished her toast, she took a sip of her tea and looked at Max. “That was good.” She sighed and reached over and took his hand, “You’re a nice man.” “Thank you, dear, you’re a wonderful woman,” Max said, putting his hand on hers, taking it and giving it a little squeeze. “You’ve made me very happy.” “I have?” She looked at him as if trying to understand what he said. “Well, that’s nice of you to say,” she added. “I like how you look at me. You seem like such a kind man.” Max ...
    nodded, smiled and moved her hand to his lips again, kissed her fingers then sighed, looking at her. He picked up her dish with its piece of crust left and her yellow mug. He took them to the sink, looked out the window at the flowers and the bird feeder, then glanced back at Rosie, noticing her eyes narrowing as she looked around the kitchen, concentrating, studying it as if she was in a museum looking at a painting. Max reflected on how she loved to cook, remembered her delicious carrot cake, the stuffed mushrooms she made as appetizers when they had guests over and thought about how she hadn’t cooked for the last two years. Seeing the look on her face broke his heart, something that happened almost every day, and he wondered what would become of her as she faded further and further away from him and their life together. Max often remembered how passionate their dating became. They had been together every day, studying together, taking walks, picnics, rowing on the river, making love every chance they had. He remembered how they surprised their parents when they announced they had just gotten married in the rabbi’s office in the middle of the semester. The rabbi was reluctant, but then said, “Oh well,” after seeing how determined they were. They had a weekend honeymoon at The Light House Bed and Breakfast on Cape Cod. The professor, Dr. Lewellyn, took roll when they returned to class on Monday, cleared his throat when he came to her new name and everyone in the room applauded ...
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