After a trip to the meter, the hour whiles away into another. We stay on the same bench while the nip in the air turns into a bite. I shiver. Even more so as I notice that almost everyone walking down the pier gives us a lingering look. Where we an odd couple?
I, dark and short, he much, much taller and blonde. It's probably that, but I'm less sure as I notice people actually smiling and making eye contact as they pass us. Do I detect delight in their stares? I must be off my head but then this entire sojourn with Mr. X had landed me in an upside down world already.
When I was four, my teachers gave me my first major role in a play. I was Alice in Wonderland and at the time, I remember them telling my mother I was the only child in class they felt could take the material on. I thought maybe it was because I read well, but I heard them say that it would be good use of my troublesome yet fertile imagination, which they'd apparently had concerns about already. It was true, I didn't find Wonderland strange..to me it was as real as my family or my friends, a world beyond sleep. It was being in school that felt out of place.