Tuesday Tales and Which Road to Take?
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“Absolutely, my parents have been saving money for
years to help me do this. It’s what I’ve wanted since I was a kid. Now, it’s
finally happening.”
“Won’t your girlfriend miss you?” Where did that come
from? Was my mouth so desperate for communication it went rogue? I blame it on
the Id, lurking in the corners of my personality, waiting for the opportunity
to join the conversation.
Tweaking my nose with his
finger ever so gently, he actually answered my bold question. “I don’t have a
girlfriend, problem solved.”
A table full of loud
persons ranging in age from infant to elderly cleared, opening up the silence
in our little area of the festival. Every word would be magnified now, the
conversation less secluded. With people around, I felt safe, able to chat, the
friendly atmosphere disguised my uncertainty. One on one could be a challenge. Charlie
guided me to the table, apparently not ready to give up our chat. “Let’s have a
seat, I think this will fit your mom, Lindie, and anyone else ready to break
bread with the enemy.” Pointing at himself, I knew he meant the dance off. “Let’s
take the road less traveled.”
Before long, we’d either
celebrate or concede to the opponent. I’d like to concede, I could concede all
evening. Heat rose to my cheeks, even hitting above my eyebrows.
Self-embarrassment was one of my specialties.
“Don’t you want to sit
with your folks?” I wanted to know if he was really interested in me, or just
wanted a convenient get-away from the ever-present relatives.
“I like your company. I
see them all the time.”
“But, you’re leaving soon.”
“Exactly.” He smiled
again, letting me know something about me captured his attention, and he wasn’t
quite ready to let it go.
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