TUTTI FRUTTI LOVE
I’m December, and I was about to meet May … against my better judgment, of course. A romance, let alone falling in love, were definitely not on my agenda of things to do, especially after I overheard someone refer to me as a woman of a certain age. You can make a fool of yourself over romance when you’re young, and get away with it, but not … when you are ‘of a certain age’. Jesus, I hate that expression. I can’t remember who said it about me, but if and when I remember – and I will remember – I shall make one of those little voodoo dolls and stick pins where it will really hurt. In the meantime . . . There had been too many frogs, too many nightmares, and the accumulation of far too many years in my life to even consider the possibility of loving someone again. I mean, how many times do you have to be hit over the head before you finally wake up to the fact that it isn’t going to happen ever again – at least not to me it isn’t. Rivka, one of my oldest friends, had the ann...