Moaning With Edna

I first met her when I was only sixty-six. I was in the antique store carrying a Bible when she cantered in. She was wearing a rose pair of shorts, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her tongue, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the haberdashery, I learned that her name was Edna, and that she was a massage therapist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an administrative assistant.

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