Peeping With Joyce

I first met her when I was only thirty-four. I was in the pastry shop carrying a radio when she slumped in. She was wearing a black bedsheet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her knuckle, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the liquor store for a V8. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the liquor store, I learned that her name was Joyce, and that she was a cartographer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a cab driver.

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