Digesting With Azalea

I first met her when I was only sixty-three. I was in the train depot carrying an ingot of plutonium when she proceeded in. She was wearing a fuchsia nightgown, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her arm, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the music store, I learned that her name was Azalea, and that she was a house spouse. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a radiologist.

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