She stood behind the trees near the garage. Sex “You’re much taller than I thought” Margaret began, looking into his face. She was dressed in dirty clothes, ragged and torn, her hair was an unkempt messy of frills and grease, her skin was wrinkly and her mouth was missing a few teeth. Her eyes getting a bit teary. “You’ve got a keeper, sis”
The conversations continued well into the night, before anyone knew it, it was already seven in the evening, the sun had set and the moon had risen from the horizon, the starts brilliantly shone across the night sky, Conor peered out and could see them clearly, twinkling like gems against a black background. Her eyes getting a bit teary. She shook her head, this is not going to end well, she thought, with the most wicked of smiles. Are you two still together?”
Francis smiled and shook his head. “You’re much taller than I thought” Margaret began, looking into his face. Just as he thought about his wife, a different image popped into his mind.
