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Footsteps

My grandmother’s diary took Frank and me to Paris for the first time.

I wanted to walk on the West Bank where she had fallen in love and had that wonderful sketch done of her and my grandfather.

Hoping to get Frank to sit still long enough, I approached one of the artists, a young woman and asked if she was working today.

Surprised, she pulled a sheet of paper from her folder, handed it to me, and said, ‘I knew you would be back for this.’

The half-finished sketch showed Frank on his knees, holding an engagement ring towards me. Confused, I said this was our first time in Paris.

‘In this lifetime, maybe…’ she said, looking past me to Frank.

He had dropped to one knee and was holding out a small red box, the same box as the one in the sketch.

‘I wanted to ask you to marry me…’

I swear I heard my grandmother laugh…