I ask the pretty woman how they put the moonglow in a necklace. She smiles and says that it was a gift from her husband years ago, that they make them with an image of any date's moon you pick. It's the night they met fifty years ago.

I tell her that's a lovely gift and her green eyes light up with love. 

I want to thank her but can't remember her name. She seems to know this and squeezes my hand, familiar and warm, thumb caressing my wedding band.  

She hugs me and says, "Let's get ready for bed."