Alfred had smoked for 30 years. His wife, Eileen, had smoked along with him.
Alfred gave up smoking. It was 20 years since he’d smoked. Eileen continued to smoke.
In the evenings, Eileen puffed away after dinner with a coffee while she viewed the new flowers in the garden. How relaxing! Alfred sat in the house bored silly.
Today, Eileen is eighty-seven. She has this little ritual. Once a month she sits on Alfred’s gravestone and smokes a cigarette.