Kneeling With Bernadette

I first met her when I was only nineteen. I was in the haberdashery carrying an apple when she dove in. She was wearing a metallic red pair of false eyelashes, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her artery, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the photography studio for a glass of apricot juice. She 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 her name was Bernadette, and that she was a drummer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a microbiologist.

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