Old Girlfriends and Love at the Senior Center

At the senior center where Frank and I live, it’s customary to join strangers at meals, and that’s what we did today at lunch, pairing up with a couple quite a bit older than we are. Sissie, the wife, had big black eyes that danced as she talked. Bud, her husband, sat ramrod straight. He wore wire-rimmed glasses, parted his hair down one side. Sissie … Continue reading Old Girlfriends and Love at the Senior Center