> > their bed.
> >
> > She puts on her dressing gown and goes downstairs to look for him.
> >
> > She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in
> > front of him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the
> > wall.
> >
> > She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his
> > coffee.
> >
> > 'What's the matter, dear?' she whispers as she steps into the room ,
> > 'Why are you down here at this time of night?'
> >
> > The husband looks up from his coffee, 'I am just remembering when we
> > first met 20 years ago and started dating. You were only 16. Do you
> > remember back then?' he says solemnly.
> >
> > The wife is touched to tears thinking that her husband is so caring,
> > so sensitive.
> >
> > 'Yes, I do' she replies.
> >
> > The husband pauses. The words were not coming easily.
> >
> > 'Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my
> > car?'
> >
> > 'Yes, I remember!' said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside
> > him.
> >
> > The husband continues. 'Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in
> > my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I will send you to
> > jail for 20 years?'
> >
> > 'I remember that too' she replies softly.
> >
> > He wipes another tear from his cheek and says ...
> >
> > 'I would have been released today .'
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