What He Didn't Say

Wednesday night, a surprise call from friend Larry. “Mel, how’s your wife, Molly?”

“Feeling better, thanks. How are you?”

“Loving it at the lake. I’ve stopped those exercises Doc prescribed. They wore me out.”

Thought Mel: “He shouldn’t quit. Bad ticker. He needs good exercise.” But said nothing.

Thursday morning, a call from Barry, also at the lake: “Mel, Larry just died. Massive heart attack.”

Mel grieved for many months, finally asked Barry. “Why didn’t I warn Larry about quitting exercise?”

Barry: “Who knows. Kind of late, no? Maybe Larry sensed it coming, was sending you his own unspoken farewell.”