The years passed, and Felix and his ex-girlfriend stayed in touch. She got married; she invited him to the wedding, but he couldn’t bear to go. She always sent him birthday cards and postcards, and he told her that when he was living in some godforsaken old age home, the one birthday card he’d get every year would be from her. When her marriage ended, he couldn’t help feeling a twinge of gladness, though naturally he told her he was sorry. He thought that maybe, just maybe, after all these years, their time had come.