“I HATE going out with you and your troglodyte friends,” said Cammie, scrutinizing her acrylic nails. “Do you like them?”
She held up ten miniature American flags for Justin to judge.
“Stupid and expensive and, Cammie, you can’t even open a bag of chips with those hands any more.”
“We’re going to ride go-karts, c’mon, Cam. You used to think that was fun!
Cammie sat silently for a moment. She actually DID think it was fun. But…
“Yeah, in high school. We’re too old for that now.”
“You’re only as old as you feel, sweet cheeks. Age is just a number. Oh, I didn’t tell you. Tony’s coming.”
“Yeah. He’s back from Nepal.”
Justin knew perfectly well that Tony Lamontino was Cammie’s first love. He’d always suspected she’d only married him because he was Tony’s best friend. Cammie took another look at her patriotic digits.
“I bet you want to come with me and my troglodyte friends now,” said Justin, a tiny, bitter edge in his voice.
“Will you see Tony again?”
“No. He’s off to New York in the morning.”
Cammie thought for a moment. Tony Lamontino. He was so beautiful with his dark hair, blue eyes, muscular chest, wide grin, adventurous spirit. There was no one like him in the senior class at Campbell Grover High School. He’d taken her to the prom. Her mind drifted back to the sweet pink dress she’d worn, the bundle of tiny pink roses on her wrist. They’d danced, dance after dance, the last dance, “It’s you and me and all other people/And I don’t know why, I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” Tony’s gentleness and the care he took of her, not pressing any sexual advances after the prom but saying, “It’s too sweet a moment for that. And you’re too pretty for me to rumple up in the back seat of my car.”
“OK. I’ll go.”
She went to the bathroom to fix her make-up and hair. She looked at herself carefully and critically in the mirror. The lighter blond highlights were good, definitely, she thought. Yeah, she’d put on a few pounds but she was still hot, no question. She was glad those butt-crack revealing bell-bottoms jeans were over, that’s for sure. No one kept their high school figure, did they? She dug her light blue sweater out of her drawer and pulled it over her white t-shirt and jeans. Cute. Definitely cute. No one would think, “Thirty.”
They were a little late and everyone was already there when they arrived, all of Justin’s high school pals and their wives. Tony stood at one end next to an exotic looking black guy Cammie had never seen. “Who’s that?” she asked Justin.
“Oh, that’s Tony’s husband, Jacques. They met in Paris.”
I promise some day to try to write a love story with a happy ending. 🙂