The Paperback Edition…
Now I wouldn’t know if Bobby was going to be here tonight or not. I didn’t know anything…except that Melanie wasn’t going to be here.
As of three days ago, Bobby hadn’t responded to the formal invite. Maybe I could call Mike? He would know…no…no…and would he even tell me if he did? Anyway, I didn’t have his phone number.
What to do? I looked around the room and it was slowly filling up.
I stood up, grabbed my cane, hooked my little purse over my shoulder and headed for the bar…a nice glass of wine would taste really good right now.
I waited my turn and was not surprised to find that I could not recognize anyone as I glanced around the room.
With my crappy vision and so many people from other classes, I started to wonder if maybe I was going to be the only one here from our class…aside, of course, from the friendly Pat Duncan.
No problem. I didn’t think I was going to stay too long.
I ordered a glass of ‘house red’ from the cutest, little twelve-year-old girl. (Okay…she just looked twelve.)
She also handed me several napkins which I probably would need since she had filled my wine glass almost to the top.
I took a small sip and started to walk…ever so carefully…so as not to spill my wine…over to a small table off to the side.
Suddenly, someone got on the PA system and hollered “WELCOME EVERYONE!!! GO HAWKS!!!”
Then the speaker shrieked that loud, ear-piercing sound…as they so often do…only this time louder than I had ever heard before. It was like those monthly air raid sirens that almost deafen you.
I probably was a little tense, so the jarring noise made me misstep…just a little…nothing significant…but just enough for Mark Hansen, the most obnoxious boy in our class to notice.
He had been walking toward the bar and had seen me stumble. Unfortunately…I was soon to discover…he was still obnoxious…and very loud.
“HEY, SAMANTHA JONES!!!” he hollered and pointed to my cane. “It looks like you’ve been cut down a little.”
His remark was loud enough to draw lots of attention to me…and then he grabbed my cane out of my hand and started to twirl it around like a baton. Was he drunk out of his mind already? Who did things like that?
“LET ME HELP YOU TO YOUR SEAT, MADAM.” He said at the top of his voice…as if talking to a large crowd…something he had always done in high school.
And unfortunately, whoever had been talking on the loud-speaker had stopped…and all anyone heard was Mark’s loud voice booming throughout the room.
He held my cane out for me to grab…but just a little out of reach. What in the holy hell had I ever done to him, I thought.
I stood there for a moment…wondering if I should just turn around and walk carefully out of this disaster that I had foolishly created for myself.
But then…but then…