Hanging Around With Maureen

I first met her when I was only sixty-five. I was in the fortune teller shop carrying a ball when she loped in. She was wearing a white diaper, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her little finger, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the tobacco shop, I learned that her name was Maureen, and that she was a quilter. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a chef.

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