Perspectives The blue dress [ 1 hitched the strap of my purse higher on my shoulder and sorted ?rough the blouses and dresses; then examined a few sweaters lying across a countertop. There were only sis customers in the store, and it was a belief to have so much space to my sdf as well as a whole afternoon to browse. It had been a long while since deadline had lifted enough to allow such luxury of time. I made my selections, I noticed ap elderly couple enter one of the fit ting rooms with four dresses, "kice," I smiled inwardly, that a man of any age, but especially one in his 80s would actually accompany his wffe on an excursion like this. ?I narrowed my choices and entered the remaining dressing room next to them. The booths were built for the pBvacy of the eye, not the ear, so it was impossible not to overhear their conversation. Though I've changed their names for the sake of discrep ancy, I'll carry those words that drifted across that curtained was with me forever. 3'Why don't you get them all, dear," the old man suggested. "They all fit you well and look nice on you." Hjs voice was gentle, yet firm I got thj> distinct impression that he was accustomed to making the decisions iivthe family J'No!" She replied emphatically in a. -voice that wavered a bit, appar ently unaccustomed to such force, "there's no need for so much fuss, Henry,' she said in a more gentle totie "All I need is One dress. I like blue one. Besides, it's your favor ite color." 3\s I buttoned a silk blouse into pQice, my instincts told me '.hat there w>s more going on here than just a slptpping trip. >?Tm tired, Henry. Let's just get the blue one. I think it'll be perfect enough on me when my times c<$nes." J'Don't be talking like that, Millie," h?i spoke anxiously to her. The cur tain moved as if he reached out for her, striking the flowing fabric with hi$ elbow. I stood in silence, tears spilling down my face with the real ization of what was happening. "You heard what the doctor said. We could have as long as six more months together," he urged gently, his voice hushed and melowed with age. "Yes, Henry," she responded softly, "but I know it won't be that long. And I'm really tired today. Please let's get this over with so we can go on back home. I don't want to cover this up and pretend nothing's wrong anymore. I've got some things to do, some people to see, and a whole lot of plans to make." There was silence between them as they shuffled about, her redressing and him hanging the disgarded dresses on the rack on the wall. ^ "Well, I guess we might as well get me a new suit while we're here," he thought aloud, breaking the tension that filled the air. "I don't suppose that would be such ? a bad idea, Henry," she answered / immediately. "It Has been a while." As she walked slowly from the cub icle, I peeped through the curtain to get one last glimpse of the worn man I with white hair. And, the words he I whispered aloud to himself as he ' paused far behind his wife, have haunted me ever since. "In over sixty years I ain't never been without you, woman, and I don't ever plan on being. I ain't about to let you take such a long trip as this Alone. I've got a few plans of my own to make, too." And, with his head held high, he slipped his wallet from his back pocket and headed towards the cash register where she patiently waited ' for him to pay for the soft blue dress that she would be wearing when they finally took the last long trip... to gether. Federal troops stationed in Perquimans County In August, 1865, Perquimans C