Ruby looked forward to church potlucks...
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At 103, Ruby looked forward to church potlucks. With her dyed black hair, heavy makeup, and bright red lipstick, she stuck out. Bright nail polish topped it off. Ruby felt transformed, like a new bride. She waved Steve over. At age 89, this widower cut a fine figure.
"How you doing, Ruby?"
"Fine, now that you're here," she flirted.
He winked, "Better watch out, young lady. Someone's liable to sweep up a saint like you."
"Have to find a partner to kick up my heels with," she grred.
"I bet you dance a mean step or two," he quipped. "Your joy is very attractive. How about hitting the community center this Friday night?"
"It's a date." Ruby flashed him a bright smile. "I can't wait too long, Steve. I hope the Lord will give us a lot more close encounters," she chuckled.
"How you doing, Ruby?"
"Fine, now that you're here," she flirted.
He winked, "Better watch out, young lady. Someone's liable to sweep up a saint like you."
"Have to find a partner to kick up my heels with," she grred.
"I bet you dance a mean step or two," he quipped. "Your joy is very attractive. How about hitting the community center this Friday night?"
"It's a date." Ruby flashed him a bright smile. "I can't wait too long, Steve. I hope the Lord will give us a lot more close encounters," she chuckled.
