‘Pardon me,’ said Tom T. Urkee. ‘I think it’s yours,’ he picked up the handkerchief from the floor.
She turned around to look at him.
‘Thank you. I’m Lovelee H. Ardlee,’ she smiled.
‘T T Tom,’ he stammered at the vision before his eyes.
Receding hairline framing a long, birdlike face? All she could see was the kindness in his eyes. Her friends often made cruel jokes about her plump, plain looks. But Tom found it comforting, her round curves and that beautiful smile on her gentle face!
Today, they are happily married, while their “good-looking” friends find little solace in their single state.


For Saturday Centus