He stopped cutting my hair as he explained what he was going to do next. His hand deftly moved down my long hair, under the salon apron and onto my tailbone. Very discreetly I put my hand under the apron and slapped him. Later in many discussions of this after he stopped laughing he would claim most women wanted it.He’s evolved since then. We wouldn’t be friends….
Yes dear readers that was the start of a beautiful friendship 20something years ago. I didn’t realize I haven’t been breathing until he called from home early this evening.
His two brain aneurysms clipped, he sounded like his usual charming self. i don’t use the word “charming” lightly. He said if there’s anything he can ever do for me!!!
Hello, he’s been doing things for me for two and a half decades. I believe it’s my time to do for him. He sounded exactly as always: Latin lover with an amused edge. He is himself.
His phone messages were constantly filled. He would empty them and they would fill again. I hope he’s beginning to know how much he’s loved by so many people.
I couldn’t imagine my life without Rafe. Now I don’t have to.