I've given each of them rides - S**- Never again, his smell lingered for days in the jeep.
It wasn't a good smell. He'd have been - I'd have guessed, early 40's, dirty, clothes never washed, dreadlocks. He professed to be a ladies man. His stink was just the nasty nasal embodiment of his appearance.
And B******, she was the clown with the axe I'd picked up one rainy day back in the years of the Volvo. In the years since she'd grown huge - always fat, now a morbidly-obese disabled sort-of-huge with a moustache and beard. And simple - unable to talk about anything of any import. I'd guess her to be in her 60's.
Anyways, S** and B***** had been seen together for a few years, hanging out, I'd wondered about it a bit, but you only let your imagination go so far and decided it was probably a matter of convenience for whatever social worker they had, perhaps they'd been housed together. It was inconceivable that anyone - even each other - could find either of them attractive or in any way passable. It was unlikely that it was even physically possible.
I was wrong, in the restaurant with friends (case workers?) on Sunday morning B* announces that it's their 5 year anniversary.
And S* - these past few years he's looking dozens of years older, maybe 50 going on 80, and if I thought about it I'd have more than a few questions but I'm not going to think about it, not for another moment...