Never Too Late

An old friend makes an announcement...

"So, Donald, I'm-never-going-to-get-married', Benson has finally been hooked, eh?" The tone was affectionately mocking.

　

"Looks, that way, aye." Donald replied, his gentle burr of his Scottish accent carrying a hint of laughter.

　

"So, who's the clever woman who has turned your head?" he asked.

　

"Myra. Myra Turnbull. Wee Billy's widow." Donald said proudly.

　

"Wow. I didn't know that you and she were... you know... like that." the friend stuttered and mumbled.

　

"Well, at our age, there's no point in buggering about." Donald replied.

　

"Even so, Donald. You are seventy-three years old!" his friend exclaimed.

　

"Aye. Just goes to show that it's never too late, eh?" Donald said with a laugh and and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

　

Reviews

[M.R Steiner]

use it or lose it :D such a cheeky old man, a light humorous read I found enjoyable :)

[authorised1960]

That's exactly the response I hoped for. Thank you!