old dear

She knows who I am.

StoryKettle » Sweet 13 » old dear

Copyright © 2008, Michael M Wayman

There's a little old lady who lives at the bottom of the road. She is always kind to me.

One day I met her on the street. Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea with me?

Groan! I did not want to be impolite, but I did not want to hear for hours what a sweet, little, thirteen-year-old girl I was, and what she had done when she was sweet thirteen.

No choice! In I went.

Big surprise!

She called me with my real name – FIVE TIMES – was I pleased!

I know who you really are. I know what your real name is. And she used it for the sixth time.

That makes me really happy. I want to make you happy, but...

But I'm too old for that, I know. Why don't we sit down and down a few bottles.

We sat down and had a good time.