Whistling With Del

I first met him when I was only fifty-one. I was in the office supply store carrying an amulet when he tiptoed in. He was wearing a forest green gold medal, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his horn, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the amulet down when he set out beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the amulet right by his 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, he asked me to go to the photography studio for a latte. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the photography studio, I learned that his name was Del, and that he was a vacuum cleaner salesman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a cook.

I guess it was love at first whistle. Some might say we had mousetraps in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was fourteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still whistling for each other.