“Oh yes, I quite agree.”
92-year-old Philomena pays the gawkers in the store no mind. She knows they call her the senile old woman who talks to herself; she doesn’t care.
“Silly fool, we had that last week. You didn’t like it, remember?”
“I suppose you’re right,” Walter grumbles.
“I always am.” She smiles.
Philomena knows her husband isn’t there. But live with the love of your life long enough and their voice inside your head never disappears.
She knows everything he would say. And because she does, he still lives.