Strangest Lunch Date Ever
We moved six times she tells him.
I moved nineteen times when I was a kid.
She stares at him. “That must have been rough.”
He shrugs. “I am better for it.”
She had told him that she was an assistant manager.
He used to have that kind of job before he became a vice president.
She told him about her car wreck. He had been through three of them.
Her hobby was flying a drone airplane; he was working on his pilot’s license.
This lunch meet up has been uncomfortably strange so far.
She told him she had four brothers.
He said that he had eight brothers.
He one-upped her every which way but loose.
“I just started the heaviest period,” she imagined herself saying.
She started laughing and she could not stop.
He begged her to tell her what was so funny.
She was laugh-sobbing now.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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