Pushing the Envelope part4
by Solo Teens Blog quick enough to grab him. He looked up glassily from the floor and
said, “Kim, this’s Gil Freeman. Gil, it’s my wife, Kim.”
She sighed and then she looked up at me and the sigh caught in
her throat. “Hello,” she said carefully.
I felt the weight of twenty years, but all I said was, “Hello.”
Miss Manners, what should I do when I meet a former lover this way?
Back in the seventies, during that time after the gas crisis and
before AIDS, there had been a group of us–Meyer, Apple Brown Betty,
the Swordfish, and me–sprinting around the edges of society in
Meyer’s beat-up microbus. It was our own portable commune, our
…End of the part4. To be continued..