The Naked Girl in Our Garden
I married a woman I didn’t love, in fact, could barely stand to be around. Old men like me dream of a passionate May/December marriage that will bring back the fire of our youth. But ours was a December/December marriage. A union between two dried up, worn out people whose time came and went and are now just waiting around, I guess, for the curtain to fall. Her name was Marion and I met her on a cruise to the Bahamas. My son and my grandkids were always joking about how my mind went to the...