Cogitating With Olivia

I first met her when I was only fifty-four. I was in the fabric store carrying a pain pill when she proceeded in. She was wearing a sea green bonnet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her arm, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the beauty salon for a glass of fruit punch. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the beauty salon, I learned that her name was Olivia, and that she was a music teacher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a court reporter.

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