DEAR ABBY: The heartwarming letters you have published about people doing kind deeds impulsively for strangers prompts my first Dear Abby letter.
Every Saturday night, no matter what my husband and I did, we would always wind up at Baskin-Robbins for ice- cream cones. The same young girl always waited on Bob while I sat in the car -- a '66 T-Bird.
One night, with no warning whatsoever, my husband died of a heart attack. Although we had been married for 45 years, I was devastated.
About two months after my husband's death, I stopped by Baskin-Robbins for an ice-cream cone. The young girl remembered me because of the car, and said, "I've missed you. Where is your nice husband?"
I told her that he had died suddenly. "Oh, I'm very sorry," she said. "Please, wait a minute." Then she hurriedly packed a quart of our favorite flavor and handed it to me.
"No charge," she said softly. "Your husband was such a fine gentleman."
I was so touched, I cried. -- VIRGINIA DARE LUDWIG, TUSTIN, CALIF.