The ice had melted, but he still stirred it with the straw.
Something about the way he kept watching the street bothered me.
I blamed it on first-date nerves.
At 74, after 12 years without romance, I was nervous too.
Something about the way he kept watching the street bothered me.
Besides, Richard had seemed different.
Most men noticed my height before they noticed anything else.
I had been six feet eight since I was 19, which meant I had heard every basketball joke and every question about the weather « up there. »
Richard had seemed different.
My husband, Thomas, had been five feet ten and entirely unimpressed by the difference.
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