When Did It Happen
When I first met Mary Russell, I was fifty-four years old and watching bees. There I was, sitting on one small spot of ground out of the entire Sussex Downs viewing with interest the creatures buzzing in the clover in front of me, when I realized that some person was advancing towards me. My revery broken, I sat and waited for who ever it was to either speak or stop, preferably neither. And, in a manner of speaking, my wish was granted. The person neither stopped nor spoke. However, he didnt veer away from me either. When it looked as though he didnt even realize I was there, and that in the course of the next minute or so he would step on me, I loudly cleared my throat.
The book, which I had noticed was by Virgil, went up in the air followed by a few non-descript curses and the person who was interrupting me in my retirement was clearly seen for the first time. I am loathe to say that, even then when I assumed that she was a he, I felt something in me crack open