Getting Along With Edie

I first met her when I was only forty-six. I was in the newsstand carrying a lemon when she galloped in. She was wearing a tan midi skirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her waist, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the lemon down when she sauntered beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the lemon right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to get along.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the health food store for a cup of eggnog. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the health food store, I learned that her name was Edie, and that she was a bureaucrat. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a singer.

I guess it was love at first get along. Some might say we had pieces of chalk in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was nine years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still getting along for each other.