A Secret Sapphic Poet at a High School Reunion?
Because you just never know who you’ll meet
“Hey, I know you!”
Lydia turned slightly to see who the speaker was, then broke into a smile and stood up from the table. “Wow, Mary, you look great! Your thirties have been good to you!”
Mary put her drink down on the table and gave Lydia a hug. “You too! Got time for catching up?”
Lydia indicated the empty round table. “I have been deserted, please join me. So where’s Brett?” She glanced at Mary’s empty ring finger.
Mary saw the look and wiggled the fingers on her left hand. “No idea, don’t care, not my problem. Not my fiancé, not my boyfriend, not even someone I’ve been in touch with the last few years.”
“His loss, but… wow! I mean, you two were on track for happily ever after in high school. I thought for sure you’d have 2.2 kids and a dog by now! What happened? How— wait, no, sorry, none of my business, I just—”
Mary took a sip of her drink. “So, as you know, Brett and I had the best prom date in the history of high school proms, ever. And the most important part of that was the poem he gave me, prom night. It was just the most wonderful thing anybody could have ever written. I just knew that the two of us would have to be together for…
