Partying With Hephzibah

I first met her when I was only sixty-four. I was in the bowling alley carrying a fishing pole when she staggered in. She was wearing a golden bulletproof vest, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her tongue, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the butcher shop, I learned that her name was Hephzibah, and that she was a dry cleaner operator. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a funeral director.

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