Thursday, November 14, 2019

Young Man

There's a peaceful pair of seniors in my block. The wife is warm in her soft ways and would enquire after my family when we meet. The husband, a Caucasian, is her silent companion, so quiet I don't think I've ever heard him speak, at least not loudly enough for me to decipher his words. Yesterday, I heard him clearly for the first time.

At the bus stop -

Wife: So, how's the young man? (Referring to Calder)
Me: He's very tall now.
Wife: Oh yes, he was towering the other day I saw him!
Husband: It's not so long ago that he was crashing around.

(I don't know about you, but I find this description very amusing, and not inaccurate - what with Calder and his loud movements.)

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