I first met him when I was only sixty-nine. I was in the train depot carrying a bottle of perfume when he skidded in. He was wearing an indigo gown, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his liver, but I pretended not to notice. I was about to set the bottle of perfume down when he slid beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the bottle of perfume right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to run away.
After an awkward apology, he asked me to go to the boutique for a secret potion. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the boutique, I learned that his name was Jesus, and that he was a violinist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an undertaker.
I guess it was love at first run away. Some might say we had bananas in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was nine years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still running away for each other.