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Ricky was never meant to live this long.
Though, he could probably say the same for his friends too; All set to die on the Cyclone… yet they simply didn't.
Even forty-seven years later, he wasn't sure whether to thank whatever god existed or Karnak himself.
"Thinking about racing those kids up the street?" Penny, with her fierce green eyes and graying hair, settled next to him.
He couldn't help but grin at his wife, signing back. 'Only if you are.'
"Oh, always. Don't think the hips agree, though."
Ricky shook his head fondly.
'Didn't think that'd stop you.'
"It'd be funny though, right?" Penny murmured, growing quiet after a minute. "Not often you're found on the porch all alone— may I offer a 'me' for your thoughts?"
A joke of theirs over the years— and yet he couldn't even crack a grin.
'I'll be sixty-five tomorrow.' He signed.
Penny placed a hand on his knee, silent.
'I'm glad I got to see those sunsets with you.' Ricky kissed her temple.
She leaned into it, only to swat him away playfully moments later. "You're getting too sentimental on me, old man." Still, she kissed him back. "I love every second."