Howling With Lillie

I first met her when I was only forty-nine. I was in the convenience store carrying a pair of headphones when she sped in. She was wearing a violet lab coat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her tooth, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the mortuary, I learned that her name was Lillie, and that she was a designer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a radiologist.

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