Hanging Around With Clara

I first met her when I was only sixty-nine. I was in the fabric store carrying a fountain pen when she ran in. She was wearing an azure tutu, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her scalp, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the fountain pen down when she sauntered beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the fountain pen 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 art museum for a cup of bouillon. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the art museum, I learned that her name was Clara, and that she was a news reporter. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a dog groomer.

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