Chapter 9
Toward the end of his jog, Dave saw his old friend Tim, who lived just around the corner from him. Tim and his wife Candy had moved into the neighborhood within months of Dave. They had instantly become close friends. On an impulse, Dave jogged over to him.
“Dave. Out for your jog I see. Hello, Cleo.” Tim bent and scratched the panting dog’s ears
“Tim, do I look any different to you?”
“Different? Should you?” Tim responded as he straightened up.
“I mean…uh…how old do I look?”
Tim laughed. “Dave, we’re all getting older. Nothing we can do about that.”
“I know, but, uh…I was just wondering if I looked my age or not.”
Tim shook his head. “You’ve got a long way to go before you have to worry about that,” he said with a laugh.
“Seriously…tell me. How old does it look like I am?”
“Well, I’ve known you a few years, but I’d say you couldn’t be more than thirty-five. But if you’re worried, you could pass for late twenties easy. Are you really worried about your age already?”