Friday, August 20, 2010

A curious connection

I saw her again at my high school reunion as I had seen her at the two previous reunions. For over twenty years I've held a private grudge against her for firing my brother shortly before he died in a car accident on the way to his new job. She accused him of stealing with absolutely no proof. My brother wasn't a thief. I've wanted to confront her about this, get in her face and let her know how wrong she was all those years ago, but I've always restrained myself. I don't blame her for my brother's death, but obviously her poor judgment set in motion the events that led to his death. And I'm sure she's aware of this. When I ended up behind her while on line at the bar and said hello, she barely responded. That's when I knew she was aware of our curious connection. At that point, nothing else needed to be said.


Blogger Gina said...

Awkward...and sad.
And I din't go because why? Maybe reunions ARE all about the potentially awkward. Life is awkward. Weird word when you type it over.Here's my corny thought: Aqua-erd. So I was thinking, what happened in the small exchange between you and that woman, was like offering water to the parched elephant in the room; Who knows but at least you made an effort, and in doing so, something changes, maybe you deal or start to heal by writing about it. It is sad, it remains sad but still,saying hello is like offering peace. Graceful.

U R Enigman. A scotch and awkward on the rocks plz.

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