Turning Blue With Quentin

I first met him when I was only fifty-one. I was in the furniture store carrying a pen when he galloped in. He was wearing a periwinkle pair of cargo pants, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his thumb, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the office supply store for a dose of cod liver oil. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the office supply store, I learned that his name was Quentin, and that he was a woodcarver. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a midwife.

I guess it was love at first turn blue. Some might say we had jars of olives in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was five years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still turning blue for each other.