Mumbling With Sophia

I first met her when I was only thirteen. I was in the pastry shop carrying a cream puff when she crawled in. She was wearing a red pair of bloomers, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her little toe, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the malt shop, I learned that her name was Sophia, and that she was a soldier. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a lecturer.

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