Muttering With Marty

I first met him when I was only twelve. I was in the craft store carrying an African violet when he inched in. He was wearing a sparkly belt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his eyelash, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the hair salon, I learned that his name was Marty, and that he was a dog catcher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a rodeo clown.

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