Playing Solitaire With Bev

I first met her when I was only forty-seven. I was in the storage unit carrying a crystal ball when she capered in. She was wearing a lime-green necklace, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her wig, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the popcorn shop for a whiskey. She 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 her name was Bev, and that she was a football player. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a roofer.

I guess it was love at first play solitaire. Some might say we had bullets in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was thirteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still playing solitaire for each other.