Whirling With Eppie

I first met her when I was only fifty-three. I was in the ad agency carrying a cane when she blundered in. She was wearing an amber set of scrubs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her arm, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the insurance agency for a glass of milk. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the insurance agency, I learned that her name was Eppie, and that she was a translator. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a tour guide.

I guess it was love at first whirl. Some might say we had paperclips in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was seven years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still whirling for each other.