Bawling With Hillary

I first met her when I was only seventeen. I was in the office supply store carrying a cage when she scampered in. She was wearing a camouflage veil, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her kidney, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the ice cream parlor for a painkiller. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the ice cream parlor, I learned that her name was Hillary, and that she was a cab driver. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a nomadic sheepherder.

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