Laugh and sob

Maureen's voice crept under the silence: 'I've been thinking of when we first met.'

'I beg your pardon?'

'It was at a dance in Woolwich.  You touched my neck. Then you said something funny.

We laughed and laughed.'

He frowned with the effort of trying to picture it.  He recalled a dance, but all he could see beyond that was how beautiful she had been, and how delicate.  He remembered dancing like an idiot, and he remembered too her dark, long hair falling like velvet either side of her face.  But it seemed unlikely that he had been bold enough to walk across a crowded room and claim her.  It seemed unlikely he had made her laugh and laugh.  He wondered if she was mistaking him for someone else.

... For the rest of the day, his mind was full of remembering...

~ The unlikely pilgrimage of Harold Fry

Finished this book this morning, with many pauses for reflection, it was moving and acutely honest. You will laugh and cry!!