"Going my way?" he had asked.
She had replied, "Which way are you going?"
Her heart had skipped a beat when he asked her for a date. With his wavy, dark brown hair, broad shoulders, and classic features, she had thought him too god looking to be interested in her.
"I'm sorry," he said, turning to look at her and interrupting her pleasant reminiscing. "I ran into Frank Cole over on Johns Creek and lost track of the time. Supper will be ready in a few minutes."
After supper was over and he had supervised their two young daughters in washing the dishes, he lay down on the day bed and turned his back to the family. She wondered what was on his mind.
Around nine o'clock she went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She had put on her pink flannel nightgown and used her asthma inhalers. After she brushed her teeth, she stared into the double mirrors and began to pick the curls in her hair.
Turning her face from side to side, she thought, You don't look too bad, girl. Your face is a little paler than usual. your nose is too narrow and long. Your lips are too thin. Your eyelashes are too short. But you've got good high cheekbones, a cute protruding chin, and nice big eyes. You don't look too bad.
As she admired and criticized herself, he appeared at the bathroom door and looked at her. She always loved it when he sought her out. It made her feel special.
"We need to talk," he said.
She turned from the mirror to face him as he leaned up against the door. "I've noticed you've been preoccupied," she said. "What's bothering you? If it's my health, Greg, please don't worry. You have other things to worry about without worrying about me." She did not want him to feel sorry for her, for she knew that he hated weakness in her.
"Emily," he began, "I don't love you the way you want me to."
She turned back to the mirror. Time stood still for a moment, and then her whole life with him raced through her mind.
He had never been good at showing love and affection. She thought that he did not know how, and she accepted that. He always said he loved her, and she believed him. She had often prayed that God could teach him how to show his love to her. She read book after book about marital relationships in hopes that she could learn something that would help her draw him out of himself and give him the emotional stability he needed so that he could show her his love.