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ending so formally, that
he was just trying to save face so that he didn't cry again in front of her.
She watched him drive away first as she sat in the front seat of her car as
tears rolled down her face. It was such a strange thing to have the past come
back and interact with her in the present, it was almost like the past hadn't
happened at all. She knew that wasn't true, though. She knew it more than she
knew anything else in her entire life. The past was always going to be there,
set in something like concrete. It wasn't going to magically change or anything, even if she really wanted it to.
                As
she started up her car and pulled out of the park she thought about how lucky
she was to be able to talk to Brent again. On her way to her house, a small
brick house in a nice neighborhood, she wondered if there would ever be
anything more to them than just mere friendship. It was hard to say. She did
know that she didn't want to rush anything, didn't want to get excited and make
any of the old mistakes that she'd made in her youth when she'd first started
seeing boys. She wanted to take things slow so that she didn't have to live
with anymore regret than she already had.
                She
wouldn't have to wonder for long, though. In the coming days Brent would be in touch
with her.
     
     
     
                Dear
Lucille,
                I
was wondering what you would be doing this coming Friday night. I realize that
right now it's only Tuesday, so the weekend can be a ways away, but I was just
asking you because I need to be able to know when to take work off. You know
how it is with us pilot playboys, we have to talk to our bosses days in advance to secure even one weekend to ourselves!
                I
hope you are doing well. You have no idea how good it was to talk to you the
other day. Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner, but I didn't want to rush
things. You are special to me, more than you know. I understand that doesn't
make sense since we are supposed to be adults that are non-nostalgic, but I
guess I'm not that way.
                I
would like to be upfront though that I want more than just friendship. I'm not
saying that I want to go straight to the courthouse and get married—that
actually couldn't be farther from the truth. You have to understand though that
I'm just being upfront. I don't want you to think that I only want to hang out
and talk about the weather or the trees, although I'd be down to just hang out
and talk about eagles though. That was so cool when we got to watch that one
snatch a fish out of the lake! It reminded me of our youth together, when we
used to go adventuring out in the woods until deep into dusk, when my father
would get his old lantern out and walk through the woods hollering our names
into the dark. Can you believe what a hard time we gave him as children? I do
miss that man . . .
                I
didn't tell you, but my father passed recently. The doctor said it had
something to do with scaring on his internal organs from the infection that he
got during the outbreak but was able to fight off. And I'm sorry if talking
about fathers is rough, considering, but I just thought you would want to know.
It turned out after all these years the old man would still get pulled under by
that God damned disease!
                I'm
sorry for getting emotional. You know how it is though. You and I, we are very
alike in many ways. We both have so much tragedy we can never tell anyone about
because there is simply no way they would ever understand. Could you imagine
telling one of your middle school classes the story of what happened? None of
them would even know what to think!
                Anyway,
I can only hope that you will join me this Friday night! And if not that night
then some other night. Just let me know. I hope you are doing well and that the
kids aren't giving you a hard