Smiling With Lorna

I first met her when I was only sixty-five. I was in the gym carrying a teacup when she slithered in. She was wearing an ivory straitjacket, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her carotid artery, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the psychic reading business, I learned that her name was Lorna, and that she was an archeologist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an advertising agent.

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