Tuesday, 12 June 2007
Mr. Bojangles
I wanted to post Mr. Bojangles, so thought I’d write about my cat Bo. But then, as they’re so apt to, my mind wandered… all the way back to elementary school, when one year I was best friends with Jill. When Jill was 11 her mom died suddenly. It’s funny how you can be best friends with a person yet be oblivious to their home life, even at an age when oblivion was the usual state of mind. Jill’s mom was an alcoholic, but Jill never talked about it. I wonder if she even knew?
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2 comments:
Maybe this is why you were asking me about happy hour...
If Jill didn't know, how did you find out?
Well, her mother's mode of death came out eventually, although I don't remember how.
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