Ted, the Brownie, returned shortly after our first encounter, accompanied by his wife. He told me his beautiful blonde wife’s name is Rosie Velvet. “Like the president?” I asked, thinking Ted had said Roosevelt.
He laughed, “Nay, not Roosevelt, but Rosie Velvet, ’cause her first name is Rosie, and her skin is velvety soft as rose petals.”
Rosie giggled, looking up at me with her bright blue eyes twinkling. “Is he not a romantic rascal?” she inquired, leaning her forehead with her sun-filled blonde hair against Ted’s.
In contrast to Rosie, Ted’s hair is curly and coal black, but his eyes are the same light-filled blue as his wife’s.
With their foreheads pressed together and holding each other’s hands, they once again slowly faded from my view.