Waiting With DeWitt

I first met him when I was only twenty-five. I was in the saloon carrying a bottle when he galumphed in. He was wearing a chartreuse ribbon, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his carotid artery, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the popcorn shop for a Seven and Seven. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the popcorn shop, I learned that his name was DeWitt, and that he was a computer geek. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a nun.

I guess it was love at first wait. Some might say we had tablet computers in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was two years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still waiting for each other.