It would be my husband's story, really. I was a tag-along. He was brought up by a single mother, was graduated from college (in three years), was a Koren vet, a musician (played over twenty instruments), a Formula-One race driver, and a pilot, and an A&I.
Best of all, he married me and took on my two children. We would have been married thirty-five years last Thanksgaving, but he died of a heart attack while working in our yard. I have his love letters and recordings of his music.
Mind if I join you in a banana daiquiri? We'll probably need a really BIG glass...and a couple of straws...and a couple of lamp shades...but only if the bar allows dancing on the tables. Thanks for befriending me.
Hi Dee! Banana Daquiris, eh? Well, I'm more a pint of ale man myself, though I'm partial to a fine, premier-cru Bordeaux if someone else is picking up the tab ... but at the right time, in the right place, with the right person, yes, I can see the allure of something sweet and intoxicating ...
I'm delighted to join your friends, Dee. My first published fiction was romance. The pulp short story variety. I learned how to write it by purchasing a True Confession magazine and carrying it home in a brown paper bag so my mother wouldn't see it. Now I'm caught up in mystery/thriller and love it. Best of luck!
(Sigh). Hey Dee,
Sitting in my office overlooking the Old Course at St Andrews waiting for the next Chinese student to arrive with an essay she needs help with. It's a hard life, isn't it? Nice to be a friend.