Screeching With Meredith

I first met her when I was only forty-one. I was in the antique store carrying a pink flamingo when she sashayed in. She was wearing an aquamarine pacifier, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her thigh, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the cigar store, I learned that her name was Meredith, and that she was a huckster. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a bartender.

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