After our drive to the clinic in the city, we get to wait our turn for the busy shot nurse. The lobby of the clinic is attractive and comfortable. Our favorite pastime is to find a relatively current copy of the New Yorker magazine and laugh together at the cartoons.

And we tell each other stories. When I was first married, at age 19, I'm pretty sure I was out of fresh stories after a year. But Corinne and I seem to never run out of interesting stories the other hasn't heard about our past. Maybe that's one of the good things about older people getting married.

I look at the other patients in the lobby and can't help comparing them with Corinne. She's younger than most of them. Or looks younger. And, to me, she looks healthier. It gives me some hope.

As promised, the hair begins coming back.