by Filmgirl37

Created on: May 16, 2010   Last Updated: May 17, 2010

The Reunion

She was skinny as a rail when she pierced her crystal blue eyes through me at the threshold of my open door and it was like she "knew."  She knew the names of people and places from my past as though she had been or was trying to be me for some period of time before she actually knew me personally.  And as I looked both sort of directly and sort of sheepishly into those deep pools of hers, I suddenly realized that any acquaintance I had with her in the present was inexorably bound to affect any and all of my relationships in the future. 

She was similar, and yet just a bit different than the girl that I had reached out to just a few short months earlier to help me defray the costs of my "fresh start" apartment And I hadn't seen Abilene in several days.  Certainly the fact that I had not seen her in several days was on my mind.  But in this present moment, my thoughts were only on how a perfect stranger could be so open and so bold about meeting another perfect stranger. 

I mean, sure, my door was wide open, but almost everyone in the building left their doors wide open because of the encroaching heat of high noon that was every day in Loganport.  But NOT everyone was met with strangers perched and ready to pounce through their front doors as often as I was.  I had been doing dishes with my back turned to the door in question before I bothered to lok behind me and notice this all-too-skeletal stranger standing before me who seemed to be expecting something.  But WHAT she expected, I didn't know. 

I tried as hard as possible not to reveal my shock at her presence and to remain poker-faced as I met her stare with a confidence that had had no origin in me before.  And then, like a crashing wave on a choppy shoreline, my mind flashed back to my mother's words just before my impulsive move: "I think it is so wonderful that you want a fresh start dear, but just to be safe, consider letting some more people into your life so that you have some company."  Her words echoed through my head and ears as though our conversation (Which was actually months ago) was happening in real time.  And when I came to from this auditory intrusion, this strange, yet friendly, yet threatening woman about my age was still standing at my door just dying to be let in.

I nodded lightly and she strutted boldly toward the couch as though my one simple gesture was invitation enough to meet the person she had probably

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