Reunion2

The woman poures steaming hot coffee into a cup and offers to the old man. Then she takes off her knitted glove from her right hand and pulls out from her coat pocket another cup and gets coffee for herself. They drink their coffee standing up with small careful sips, blowing into coffee.
The man can not help do not notice small, firm hand with liver spots, white hair sticking out of her hat and sky blue eyes.
They finish coffee, the man continues to clear the snow until the dark, then he promises to come the next day, and because the temperature is dropping, they depart.
On the way home he thinks about his new acquittance.
"My wife used to have such blue eyes. I wonder what happened to her." He doesn't remember going to her funeral.
The woman has blues eyes like summer sky and he is looking forward to the second day of snow cleaning.
The very tired woman drags her shovel behind her to the side door, opens and closes the door behind her, sits heavily on the bench and takes off her gloves and galoshes. She wears wedding band on her left hand. She places the thermos on the side, takes off her heavy coat, the hat and combs her hair. Then she walks absentmindedly to the kitchen, forgets the thermos on the bench in the hallway, remembers she hasn't eaten whole, long day, but she is to tired to make a sandwich. She lies on the sofa and immediately falls into short, interrupted sleep. She wakes up during the night, her stomach rumbles, so she makes herself a cheese sandwich, washes it down with a glass of warm milk, undresses and goes to the bed. In the morning she gets up, provides usual routine tasks, puts a bowl of milk in the kitchen for a cat she doesn't have for a long time. She remembers it's time to clean the snow again. In the hallway she notices a blue thermos, takes it to the kitchen, rinses it well and places it on the counter to dry. Suddenly she remembers something happened yesterday. She gets dressed and walks outside to continue to shovel the snow. The man from yesterday is already there with his snow blower. For a while they work quietly. He progresses rapidly, noisily, leaving large path behind him. She makes a narrow path in the snow. She can not throw the snow high. She has no strength, but she also uses a broom to dust off powdery snow. Finally they meet on the sidewalk, near to her door.
"May I invite you for a cup of coffee and a bowl of chicken noodle soup?"
To be continued