Dorothy read the recipe, although she had it almost memorized. She absolutely hated fruitcake. Well that wasn't exactly true. She hated this recipe.
Tears In the Fruitcake
The Last Goodbye
Annette steadied herself before entering the hospital room. The last time they had seen each other, over forty years ago, had been unpleasant for both. Preston had called off their engagement and she was returning the ring and other things she had collected during their courtship. Standing face to face, he unleashed his anger with a vengeance and Annette had never understood the reason. He had never talked to her like that before, even when he told her he didn’t want to marry. The scene was surreal and confusing. She had loved him with her entire heart. That love combined with her low self-esteem failed to give her the courage to defend herself. So she had stood there and silently accepted his avalanche of insults and painful verbal jabs. She was angry with herself for being such a coward, but unable to muster the courage to speak. It was years before she understood that what he demonstrated was actually pain, not anger. He wasn't as ready to end the relationship as he professed. The day she learned the reason for his tirade, her broken heart finally healed.
Everyone is the age of their heart.