He stared out the window lost in thoughts. Dinner was all set on the table, as usual. By this time usually she calls out, “Is dinner ready, Dave?” He knew that today there won’t be any such voice finding way to his ears. He knew that the dinner table was waiting for her, in vain.
But he had to do it. If he didn’t then it means he is admitting to himself that she is gone. Setting up dinner for her was his desperate attempt to hold on to the last of memories. He knows, she is not coming back.
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