Critical Condition

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Beatrice‘s mother turns to me.CC Image courtesy of robdebsgreen on Flickr

‘I never asked, do you have a boyfriend?’

‘No, no boyfriend.’

‘How is that possible?’

I laugh.  ‘I know!  It’s my fault, I’m too fussy – well, too critical.’

‘I don’t think that’s true…’ she says.

No, it really is.

‘… you just want someone who makes your heart skip a beat.’

‘Aaaw I like that!’

‘But,’ Beatrice puts in, ‘if someone did that literally, you’d have a heart attack, and then you might die.’

Thank you Beatrice.

CC Image courtesy of FantasyClay on Flickr

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