Marcie loves to go places. I'm not saying she loves to travel far from home because she has always been one to not spend money. She does like to get out of the house though. Most of the time, Marcie goes out to go to the gym in town for classes. She's taken me a few times, usually to punish me for doing something wrong or something. There are times she heads out to shop or just goes to lunch sometimes. We usually do go out on the weekends sometimes depending on what's going on.
Because it was getting warmer, we started visiting our spouses more often. The readers who have checked us out from the beginning know that we lost our spouses to cancer. We would on certain days go to the cemetery where both were interred so we can spend time with them. Although Marcie and I love each other very much, we both recognize the bond we share with our late spouses and respect each other's time with them.
Missy is my late wife. It was she who started telling Marcie more about me when we became good neighbors. Not only did Missy tell Marcie about my kinks, but she also told her about some of the things I was always too worried about to mention to anyone. She told her about the punching bag I use as my therapy for my moments of anger (Good Neighbors Ch.108). She told her about my bouts with depression like the moment she experienced around Thanksgiving before Marcie and I married (Good Neighbors Ch. 102). Missy waited to tell me about the breast cancer that took her from me. Missy was the one who helped me design the house that my assistant lives in now. Missy was my whole world before cancer took her.
Mitchell was Marcie's husband. Mitchell retired some time ago and worked to make sure the home we live in now was paid for, so his wife always had a place to live. There are many things about Mitchell I know I can't duplicate. He loved his wife so much that even though they had a modest income, he made sure she felt loved. He worked hard before going to my friend Pierre for her wedding ring many years prior. Mitchell was an avid baseball and football fan and would invite Marcie's older brothers over for the first game of the season (Good Neighbors Ch. 56). When the lung cancer took him a month after Missy was taken, it rocked both of us. Still, he was a good man and did a good job taking care of Missy while they were together.
It was a Saturday when we headed to the market. There is an open-air market in town that usually goes from May to September. In most places, they call them Farmer's Markets. Not surprisingly, I never went before. That was because my wife and Marcie used to go all the time. Both used to try to make what their husbands ate healthier. Both were moderately successful although Marcie had a more difficult time. This was the first time we went together.
I never thought about it before to be honest. I was looking at the white tents that were put up around the square. Some of the vendors were selling fresh vegetables and fruits as would be assumed. There were also some artists selling their artwork as well. Marcie was dressed in a cute top and a pair of shorts while she gripped my arm and leaned against me. I was wearing a red T-shirt and a pair of white shorts. I had my sunglasses on because I was the one who drove. It was a beautiful walk. It was when we went back to the car with our bags that she leaned in for me to kiss her.
"We should do this more often," she whispered.
I smiled.
"I love going places with you, Sweetheart," I answered before I took one more look around.
In the car, we started driving towards home when Marcie looked at me.
"You're thinking about her, aren't you?"
I could feel my eyes welling up a bit. I chose to find a place to park before I looked at her.
"Psychic as always," I answered.
