I first met her when I was only sixty-two. I was in the health food store carrying a trash can when she sneaked in. She was wearing an azure beehive, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her hip, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the trash can down when she sailed beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the trash can right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to tremble.
After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the mortuary for a fruit smoothie. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the mortuary, I learned that her name was Tina, and that she was a puppeteer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a postmaster.
I guess it was love at first tremble. Some might say we had cowbells in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was two years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still trembling for each other.