Who was that masked man waiting

one line over at the grocery?

He looked familiar.

He turned and she thought he smiled.

“Hello, Agnes!”

“Oh it’s you. Alister! Hello.”

“Had your second shot yet?”

“Yes…And you?” His line moved,

their pleasantries at an end.

While waiting for her On Demand

ride she froze. Had she greeted her

old friend by the wrong name?

Was he too polite to correct

her? What must he think? That she had

forgotten their halcyon tryst?

Why had she called him Alister?

Alister was her second cousin,

not this handsome old devil.

At least she thought this one was

handsome, she couldn’t tell. Agnes

smiled. And he remembered her…

Nan