Chapter Nine
Love begins with laughter and ends with tears.
I was barely out of high school when I met Grant Cornell. My parents had retired to Florida; where they enjoyed the good life for three months before an auto accident claimed them both. I sold men’s clothing in a small shop, a job that was more enjoyable than I would admit, even to myself. I enjoyed dressing men, flattering their physiques, flirting while I measured them for fit.
Grant came in for a necktie and left with my phone number. I felt like Cinderella from the first date. He wasn’t merely rich. He was everything a girl would expect from Prince Charming—sensitive, intelligent, and handsome. The only drawback, a small one for me, was his age. At the time, he was younger than I am now. Time changes our perspective.
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