Kissmatures Bridget -

“You’re the only person on this site who didn’t post a picture in front of a cruise ship or a grandchild. Also, your cake beats my grilled cheese any day. Fancy a chat?”

Bridget arrived twenty minutes early. She’d worn her good cashmere sweater – not the one she’d mended twice, but the soft dove-gray one. Her hands were trembling. Ridiculous, she thought. I am not a girl at her first dance. kissmatures bridget

“Well,” she said. “That’s a first.” “You’re the only person on this site who