I dimly remember a short story, possibly by Damon Knight, title forgotten. A lonely man turning 50 knows that no one will send him a card or anything ... Then he looks at his birth certificate and notices the "expiration date", just as he hears a car stop outside, and realizes that he will have a visitor today after all. (As if one could forget something like that!)
I dimly remember a short story, possibly by Damon Knight, title forgotten. A lonely man turning 50 knows that no one will send him a card or anything ... Then he looks at his birth certificate and notices the "expiration date", just as he hears a car stop outside, and realizes that he will have a visitor today after all. (As if one could forget something like that!)