But today, it's only thunder. I continue to sew Manne's shirt and think about the phone call I received two days ago from my long time acquaintance, Mrs. Hilda Middleton. Mrs. Middleton is one of those ladies who drips with Southern charm. She's a heavyset woman, now in her sixties with pure white hair and too much lipstick. She is also the mother of David Middleton, my high school boyfriend.
Love is more like it.
I loved David. His hair curled at the tips and would graze his brow. I would melt away just looking at him. He and I went together for about two years until he broke up with me for Christine Slanger, the new girl. How I hated her.