” He smiled at me, stood up, “Tanks ewe, my dear. It haz bean many years sinze… my wife died.” Then he hugged me. I hugged him back and I swea... I felt his tears on my bare shoulders. When I heard he died a few days into the new school year. I made sure to go to his funeral and left the panties I wore that day in his coffin. It felt right, somehow. I miss that old German. I still have a copy of the school paper with the in-memoriam article. Next was my Yearbook teacher. He was a sixties flower. When I brought in the tray with three steaming cups, cream, sugar, and a bottle of brandy, I took notice that Anita sat on the couch while Denise took the wingback chair. I guess I expected them to be sitting together.I poured a pretty good slug of the brandy into my coffee but both ladies declined. I sat on the couch with Anita but at the other end; I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. "So, is there some sort of ceremony for your graduating P-school class. If there is, I'd like an. More

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