I first met her when I was only sixty-nine. I was in the mortuary carrying a crayon when she breezed in. She was wearing an aqua sweater, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her mouth, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the crayon down when she crept beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the crayon right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to curtsey.
After an awkward apology, I asked her to go to the psychic reading business for a bottle of Gatorade. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the psychic reading business, I learned that her name was Alisa, and that she was a guitar player. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a fisherman.
I guess it was love at first curtsey. Some might say we had stuffed owls in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was eleven years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still curtseying for each other.