Yawning With Francene

I first met her when I was only sixty. I was in the haberdashery carrying a comb when she paraded in. She was wearing a pink vest, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her shin, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the liquor store, I learned that her name was Francene, and that she was a dog groomer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a fashion designer.

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