Quivering With Helen

I first met her when I was only sixty. I was in the fabric store carrying a baton when she tumbled in. She was wearing a green belt buckle, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her wrist, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the shoe shine booth for a rum and Coke. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the shoe shine booth, I learned that her name was Helen, and that she was a physical therapist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a film producer.

I guess it was love at first quiver. Some might say we had hair dryers in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was three years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still quivering for each other.