Angel Chapter 5

It was not at all crowded, even on Friday night, and it was quiet, almost sedate. Harold ordered a whiskey and splash for himself and Angel ordered a white wine spritzer. He directed her to a table in a corner, and carried the drinks there. Angel couldn't help but notice that it was as far away from anybody else as it was possible to be and still be in the same room. She didn't mind that, because she wanted to get to know Harold better, as a neighbor and maybe as a potential boy friend, but she hoped he wouldn't think of them as being on a date. At least not yet.

The conversation quickly became quite personal, with Harold talking about life with his ex-wife and wanting to know about Angel's youth, and about her boy friends. She realized that he thought more of them being together in the pub than just socializing, and wanted to avoid any unfortunate misunderstandings such as she had with Brian and Mike. Harold had expressed surprise that Angel had no close ties with anybody from school, because most girls who were as beautiful as she had a multitude of chums.

"Harold, there's something you should know about me. When I was in school, I wasn't the usual or average girl. Since my sixteenth birthday, I've been a T-girl."

"Really? I never would have guessed it." The surprise in his voice was mirrored on his face.

"Does that bother you?"

"Not at all. I'm just surprised to hear it. There's a T-girl working where I do, and another who comes in to pick her up sometimes. They look like defensive forwards in the National Rugby League. I mean, they're big, with broad shoulders, and look like men wearing dresses. Don't get me wrong; they're two of the nicest people I know, but they surely don't look much like women, the way you do."

There was another T-girl in Harold's memory, but he thought it prudent not to mention her, at least not just yet. While in the army, he had a girl friend who was a T-girl. His memories of her were all good ones, both of the time they spent in bed together and the time they spent out of bed. He hoped he could form similar memories of himself with his beautiful T-girl neighbor, but he didn't want to rush her into anything. Being neighbors, they would have plenty of time to get together in the future, either near or far, if she was interested.