Robert My Love
“I love all your books.”
“That’s very nice of you.”
Another compliment… another signature.
Three hours later, the winding queue had disappeared, her pen laid to rest and the few remaining copies of her latest bestseller returned to the shelves.
She’d got through it. She’d feared she’d never be able to face another book signing. Not after her last, the day she’d met Robert…
Head and shoulders above the line of chattering women, he was easy to spot long before he reached her.
Obviously ill at ease, he hastily instructed her to inscribe his copy of ‘Cherry Tree Lane’ to Margaret, before she had the chance to ask.
He was certainly easy on the eye. Handing him the book, their fingers briefly touched and they held each other’s gaze just a little longer than necessary. It pleased her that he felt he needed to clarify his purchase.
“For my mother,” he explained, as he left.
Six weeks later, she received an email inviting her to dinner.
Her immediate thought was how relaxed he seemed since they’d last met and she was thrilled to learn he’d actually read her book. He appeared fascinated by the cherry trees that had inspired it. She listened, in silence, as he spoke animatedly about the symbolic cherry blossom, renewal, and the fleeting nature of life. Never had she known anyone so captivated with her writing.
“Your book helped me accept my fate.”
In just a few words, an evening that had held such promise slowly began to evaporate. How calm he was, equating his own life expectancy to that of the cherry blossom.
A multitude of emotions coursed through her, each one leaving her speechless. It was only on hearing his assumption that any relationship between them would be unfair on her, was she was able to find her voice and with it the determination to share whatever time they had.
Those bittersweet months were the happiest she had ever known.
“Would you sign mine?” a staff member broke into her thoughts.
Her eyes fell to the front cover. ‘Robert, my love.’