We pondered over life’s greatest questions while sitting together, both looking out over the front walkway.
“What are Northerners like?” Anna asked me.
“Well, one thing I’ve noticed is that they seem to be in a hurry all the time when compared to Southerners.”
“That’s strange. The way I see it, we get there when we get there. There’s no use worrying about it.”
“You haven’t met many Northerners, have you?”
“Just one, and I’ll admit I’m rather fond of him.”
“Is that so? Well, I’ve met many Southerners, and I’m only fond of one of them. She has a wonderful taste in dresses and is very kind to me.”
“She sounds lovely. You should cherish her.”
I smiled and moved in for a kiss. “I would love nothing more than to do just that,” I said as our lips touched.
“Am I truly the only Southerner
