Sighing With Calvin

I first met him when I was only fifty-four. I was in the liquor store carrying a pinwheel when he proceeded in. He was wearing a teal pair of dungarees, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his kidney, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the pinwheel down when he careened beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the pinwheel right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to sigh.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the shoe store for a Seven and Seven. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the shoe store, I learned that his name was Calvin, and that he was a microbiologist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a detective.

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