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Chapter 4

As the weeks passed I finally got an idea,
I suggested she take up his offer,

And in sitting for dinner ask his folks for help
In her quest to just tame their son’s ardor.

For it seemed the best chance she might really be heard
With his family gathered around him.

It was up for discussion for several weeks
Till at last she decided she’d do it.

Well the drive to the country took over an hour,
First surprise was his home was a mansion.

Her friend’s mother awaited her on the front porch
With a welcome that passed understanding.

And as Neethu then touched his mother’s feet in respect
Her heart trembled at what she was feeling.

For the gist of it was it was like she was home
There was no other way to explain it.

With the greetings complete they all turned to the house
To a large room attractively furnished.

“I’m so glad that I’ve finally met you,” she said,
“But so sad about your recent losses.”

Neethu’s eyes were quite drawn to a picture filled wall
Like a shrine to a wonderful childhood.

“Let me get some refreshment” she rose and withdrew,
“It’s her childhood best friend,” her son told her.

As she rose, walked to wall, to view pictures up close
There was something about them quite haunting.

“Does your mom have more pictures?” she quietly asked.
“Only tons,” the boy said, “In her bedroom.”

“Don’t you think that she’s pretty?” returning with snacks,
His mom noticing Neethu’s absorption.

“Always was my best friend and we looked so alike
When we dressed the same many confused us.”

“Could I see some more pictures?” her voice pleading now,
“Why, of course, dear, let’s move to my bedroom.”

“We both loved shooting pictures, it’s why I have these,
Not the same though, as being together.”

With an album in hand Neethu went straight to back,
To a picture of her parent’s wedding.

Her eyes brimming with tears, the boy’s mom’s voice moved on,
For she hadn’t seen Neethu’s reaction.

“It is really quite sad,” she said, “that we lost touch
After she moved away with her husband.”

“In the army I guess that they move you a lot.
But I did hear that now they have children.”

“There’s no good way to say this,” she felt her voice crack,
“But your best friend was also my mother.”

July 12, 2016
Brian Johnston
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