Whistling With Tracy

I first met her when I was only eighteen. I was in the train depot carrying a key when she capered in. She was wearing a white parka, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her palm, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the tobacco shop for a Bloody Mary. 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 Tracy, and that she was a telemarketer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a nanny.

I guess it was love at first whistle. Some might say we had clothespins 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 whistling for each other.