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After 12 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to invite another woman to dinner and to the movies.
She told me: "I love you, but I know that another woman loves you, and would like to spend time with you."
The other woman my wife asked for attention was my mother. She has been a widow for 19 years.
But since my work and three children demanded all my strength from me, I could visit it only occasionally.
That evening I called her to invite her to dinner and to the movies.
- What happened? Are you okay? She asked immediately.
My mother is one of those women who immediately tune in to bad news if the phone rings late.
“I thought you would enjoy spending time with me:” I answered.
She thought for a second, then said:
“I really want this.”
On Friday after work, I rode after her and was a little nervous. When my car slowed down near her house, I saw her standing in the doorway and noticed that she seemed to be a little worried too.
She stood in the doorway of the house, tossing a coat over her shoulders. Her hair was curled up, and she was in the dress that she bought to celebrate the last anniversary of her wedding.
“I told my friends that my son will spend the evening with me at the restaurant, and they were deeply impressed,” she said, getting into the car.
We went to a restaurant. Although not luxurious, but very beautiful and comfortable. My mother took my arm and walked as if she were the first lady.
When we sat down at the table, I had to read her the menu myself. Mother’s eyes could now distinguish only large print.
Having read to the middle, I looked up and saw that my mother was sitting, looking at me, and a nostalgic smile played on her lips.
“Before, when you were little, I read the entire menu,” she said.
“So the time has come when you need to pay a service for a service,” I replied.
At dinner, we had a very good conversation. It seems to be nothing special. We just shared the latest events in our lives. But we were so carried away that we were late to the cinema.
When I brought her home, she said: "Once again I will go with you to a restaurant. Only this time I invite you."
I agreed.
“How was your evening?” My wife asked me when I returned home.
- Very well. Much better than I imagined, ”I replied.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I had no chance to do anything for her.
And a few days later I received an envelope with a receipt for payment from the restaurant where my mother and I had dinner. A note was attached to the receipt:
“I paid the bill for our second dinner in advance. True, I'm not sure I can have dinner with you. But, nevertheless, I paid for two people. For you and your wife.
It’s unlikely that I will ever be able to explain to you what that dinner for two meant for me, for which you invited me: My son, I love you. "

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