By Grant McGee
I was just walking downtown in the old home town.
Well, it wasn’t a town, it was a pretty big city with tall
buildings and traffic and…
There she was standing right in front of me.
“Well,” she said, “I never thought I’d see you again.”
I just stared at her.
“Are you going to talk or what,” she said. We were an island on the sidewalk with a
river of people flowing around us.
“So what are you doing these days?”
“Teaching,” she said.
We were in front of a coffee shop.
“Let’s have a coffee,” I said.
We sat at a table and the waitress was there before we could
say anything to each other.
And there we were, waiting for coffee.
“So how’s your love life?” I asked.
“I’m seeing a history teacher. He works at the college.”
“I’ll bet,” I said as I looked at the ceiling.
I was cut off by the waitress bringing the coffee.
“I’ll bet,” I went on, “that he’s 30 years older than you.”
“He’s 20 years older
than me, not that that’s any business of
yours.”
I looked at my coffee and swirled in some cream. I offered it to her. She took it roughly.
“So,” I said, “What do you tell people about us?”
She picked up her coffee and had a sip, she put the cup
down.
“That I was young and stupid.”
“Nice,” I said. “That
I was a mistake?”
She picked up her coffee, had a sip and looked out the
window.
“Yeah,” she said.
I sat there and waited for her eyes to track back to mine.
When she did I smiled.
Then I looked off in the distance.
I stood up, pulled out a ten dollar bill, placed it on the
table and left her with her coffee.
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