Marie wakes during the night to find that her husband was not in their bed. She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front him. He appears deep in thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of coffee.
"What's the matter, dear?" she whispers as she steps into the room. "Why are you down here this time of the night?"
He looks up, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we was dating, you were just 17?" he asks solemnly.
Marie is touched thinking her husband is so caring and sensitive. "Yes dear, I do," she replies.
He pauses. The words are not coming easily. "Do you remember when you father caught us in the back seat of my car?"
"Yes, I remember," says Marie, lowering herself into a chair beside him.
He continues, "Do you remember when he shoved a shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I will have you sent to jail for 20 years! "
"I remember that too" she replies softly.
He wipes another tear from his cheek and says "I would have gotten out of jail today....."