TABLES TURNED FOR THE MILKBOY
Claire was the image of what I’d have imagined her great grandmother might have looked at the same age, I say imagined as Linda had been forty six when we’d first met, I had been the sixteen year old. Now I was forty six and the chance meeting with the two had me feeling like a sixteen year old all over again. Linda had done her best during our conversation not to give her great granddaughter even a hint that our relationship had been anything other than purely platonic but her giggles and the...