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The living room of the house became quiet after the children had left.
By then, all the children were gone, leaving only Grace and Heinz.
Then, Grace looked over at Heinz and said, "Why aren't you going upstairs? It's already pretty late."
Heinz looked at his wife in surprise and then looked at his watch. "Is it that late?"
Grace paused for a moment and laughed. "It's not even seven o' clock. Yeah, it's not late. I might be getting on in my years, because I feel lonely after all our kids have left."
Heinz frowned at what his wife said, "What do you mean you're getting on in years? That's not true at all."
To Heinz, Grace had always been the most beautiful woman to him. She didn't look old at all, and she remained the evergreen beauty she was when he first met her.
"I'm only pretty to you. Sylvia told me I had white hair yesterday," Grace chuckled.