Hanging Around With Abraham

I first met him when I was only forty-seven. I was in the art gallery carrying a Bible when he paraded in. He was wearing an aquamarine sundress, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his eye, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the pub for a can of Ensure. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the pub, I learned that his name was Abraham, and that he was a mystic. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a woodcarver.

I guess it was love at first hang around. Some might say we had pairs of dice in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was fifteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still hanging around for each other.