Bonnie and Jeff
‘She’s here,’ Jeff thought excitedly as his electric wheelchair wove its way amidst the dingy, cluttered tables. Being raised a Southern gentleman he placed his black velvet cowboy hat on his lap as a show of respect. With trembling fingers, he brushed his chocolate brown hair to the side. He thought he saw her sneak a look at him, a furtive glance out of the corner of her eyes as she took her place behind the front counter. ‘I love the way she looks in that peach mini-dress uniform with a...