---------------------------- Laverne came out with a tray of food, some tuna, ham and egg sandwiches, and cut fruits. “Do you still love him?” Laverne’s eyes widened, and her fork with a piece of apple froze midway in the air. She swallowed hard, and popped in the apple anyway. “What is love? An exchange of feelings? Or a can of feelings, one with expiry dates?” She shook her head. “No, no expiry dates, you don’t even know when it expires.” Laverne looked at the pile of sorted letters, and started slicing the envelopes open. She frowned at an unfamiliar envelope, and turned it over. Pulling out a nicely embossed card, she flipped it open, and saw the words: You are cordially invited to witness the marriage of Greg and Joel. Zach frowned at the silence, and snatched the card out of her hands. He tossed the card carelessly on the couch, and pulled Laverne to her feet. “So, do you still love him?” “I don’t know. I shouldn’t. I couldn’t.” ----------------------------