She went on the trip by herself. She found her way around town by herself. She ate dinner by herself. She got tickets to the game and walked through the seedy warehouse parking lot by herself. She got the hot dog and pop by herself and found her seat by herself. The kind old man usher felt so sad for her–being there all by herself–that he gave her a handful of the Denny’s coupons he was handing out. As if that–not a companion, a love, a husband–would make her feel better.
And, admittedly, she would have preferred to have a companion, a love, a husband there by her side, but with her handful of Denny’s coupons, a stadium hot dog, and the warm summer sun shining on the baseball field, she was not sad. She may be alone, but she won’t let that stop her from experiencing life and all the things she loves.
Tonight, indeed, was a victory.
