"Daxton, I... didn't mean it."
Realizing she had misspoken, Violet Zimmerman immediately tried to explain, though it was already too late to take back her words.
Daxton Lancaster was infertile, yet she said those things...
"I know, hurry up and eat it, or it'll melt."
Daxton subtly curled his lips, gently patted Violet Zimmerman on the shoulder, withdrew his arm that had been around her, and sat up.
"I'll go next door for a smoke, be back soon."
Watching Daxton Lancaster's departing figure, Violet Zimmerman felt inside that she had hurt him earlier.
The next day after lunch, Violet Zimmerman dressed meticulously, changed into the new wool sweater that Daxton Lancaster had bought, and wore her aviation cotton gloves. She called the family driver to take her to the movie theater.
She found her seat according to the number on her ticket, the middle number in the twentieth row, the perfect angle for watching.
