Love blossomed in 1940 but life intervened. Can Harold and Bea regain that lost passion after seventy years?
Harold and Bea met and fell in love in 1940. Both enlisted to fight in WWII and then came home to marry other people. Now, seventy years later, they agree to attend a high school reunion. Neither of them know if the other will show or what happened so many years ago. These two find that a broken proposal is hard to forgive but when you're almost ninety you don't have time for regrets.
Five photo identification badges lay on the table by the door. Badly copied high school likenesses adorned them. Every badge listed a name at the bottom. Bea leaned close and pulled her glasses down on her nose to read each one. John, Richard, Harold- there it was. The man she'd given up on seeing ever again. Her own badge lay next to his. How ironic, she thought. All those years apart. She read the last name while clipping the badge onto her collar, Madeline. What were the odds? They'd been best friends way back when. She'd been the one who kept her updated on Harold and Mildred up until the last five years or so.
"Mrs. Wexton. So glad you could make it. Reginald Wallington." The young man held his hand out but Bea didn't bother reciprocating. "Uh, yes. Well, you're the first one here. Why don't you go on into the ballroom? We've created a slideshow of old times."
Bea clicked the button on her motorized chair to move forward.
"Those pictures weren't easy to find you know." The boy didn't understand that after you hit eighty you didn't have to be friendly to people you didn't know. Bea chastised herself. It's not like I have a long line of suitors waiting to call.
"I appreciate all of your hard work, Mr. Wallington." Bea rolled up to the only table set up in the massive room. Five places were set with fine china and water goblets. A slideshow lit up the far side of the room. Familiar images passed by on the screen. Long passed away teachers smiled and posed with students.
There was their mascot, really Jennifer Tilton all dressed up. The Cougar pounced on unsuspecting football watchers. Good times. A sixteen-year-old Harold appeared on the screen without warning. That charming grin of his captured her heart so many years ago. Her pulse quickened. He held his arm across her shoulders and they both posed for the camera.
"We look so happy in that one." Startled, Bea turned to locate the voice and there he stood- Harold Towns.