Que Sera Sera

Memory Lane:

After dropping my dad off at his office after lunch, I was behind an SUV, waiting for it to pull out of the 5 minute parking zone so I could follow. The people inside the SUV were having a difficult time saying goodbye, mostly because they couldn’t stop kissing. I was getting impatient and irritated watching them draw it out—how can any parting be that romantic in 100 degree heat?—and then out of nowhere, I recognized one of the silhouettes: Scott M., the very first boy I ever pictured naked. How I recognized him after all these years is beyond me, but when he finally climbed out of the passenger side door, my face turned pink and I had the exact same thought I had back when I’d spot him in the halls in fourth grade: hide, before he sees what I’m thinking!

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