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Authors: Barbie Bohrman
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put a finger to my lips to motion to her to keep it down. "Yes, I'm here for the reunion."
As if the heavens parted for just a moment, the waiter arrives with our drinks. Just this morning I had sworn off alcohol, but instantly make a grab for my Cosmopolitan and take a huge gulp, almost downing it completely. "Well, Lisa told me that she talked to you and you told her you weren't going to be able to make it."
My mother gives me a confused look then asks, "Sweetie, when did you talk to Lisa?"
"I didn't," and before my mom can start the questions, I turn my attention back to Lauren. "Obviously, you were misinformed, because here I am, in the flesh."
She's chomping at the bit, dying to ask me more questions, but I effectively put an end to it before the inquisition can begin. "Lauren, I'm so glad I got to see you, but as you can imagine, I don't get to see my parents that often," I say motioning over to my mom and dad.
She puts her hand over her chest, feigning innocence, "Oh, of course! I'm so sorry to have interrupted. Enjoy your dinner and I'll see you on Saturday at the reunion, okay?"
"Sure thing, see you then."
And away we go… in the next hour the gossip phone chain will be ringing off the hook. Alerting everyone within a twenty mile radius that the long lost Sabrina Chandler is actually in Skippack. Awesome. So much for flying under the radar. Might as well just keep the tab open and the drinks flowing. I motion for the waiter to bring me another drink and my mom makes a big show of clearing her throat to try and get my attention. "What's wrong, mom?"
"What is going on, Sabrina?"
I sigh and lean over the table slightly to keep the conversation as contained as possible, "Mom, it's complicated."
The last thing I want to do is get into a discussion about Lisa, and everything that it entails, right here and now. "Mom, can't we just enjoy dinner and not discuss Lisa for a change?"
"Yes," my dad, finally speaking up, says and winks at me.
"I guess so," she concedes, but not before she adds, "I just want you to be happy."
I ignore the jibe when the waiter finally arrives with our meals. The steak I had ordered melts in my mouth, making all the drama from just a short while ago almost worth it. It's really the little things sometimes that make it all okay. I decline dessert and excuse myself from the table to go to the ladies room while my father is requesting the waiter for the check.
When we arrived for dinner, the bar portion of the restaurant was fairly crowded, and still is as I make my way through it to get to the restroom. A couple of patrons are cheering on the Phillies on the huge flat screen TV that's mounted above the bar. When I reach the door to the ladies room, a voice that I haven't heard in ten years quietly says, "It's really you."
All of a sudden, everything around me stops and I feel like I've entered The Matrix . The only thing I can make out is my own heartbeat that is pounding in my ears. I take a breath and then quickly exhale, I can do this , I think to myself as I turn around and come face to face with the boy who broke my heart.
His sandy blonde hair is a little shorter than what I remember and he's put on a few pounds, but they don't look bad on him… the bastard. He still possesses that All-American, boy next door look, but it's his baby blue eyes that still send me reeling while I stand here frozen. They were always his best feature. He had this way of commanding me with his eyes to persuade me to do things, like he was my own personal hypnotist. Even though the intensity behind them is the same they look sad at the moment.
"I can't believe you're really here," he says breaking the silence between us, "I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to call you."
"To tell me what, exactly," I snap back. He winces slightly at my response but I stand my ground.
He puts both his hands in his pocket and tilts his head downward. As he lifts his eyes back up to me he says, "Sorry. That I'm
As if the heavens parted for just a moment, the waiter arrives with our drinks. Just this morning I had sworn off alcohol, but instantly make a grab for my Cosmopolitan and take a huge gulp, almost downing it completely. "Well, Lisa told me that she talked to you and you told her you weren't going to be able to make it."
My mother gives me a confused look then asks, "Sweetie, when did you talk to Lisa?"
"I didn't," and before my mom can start the questions, I turn my attention back to Lauren. "Obviously, you were misinformed, because here I am, in the flesh."
She's chomping at the bit, dying to ask me more questions, but I effectively put an end to it before the inquisition can begin. "Lauren, I'm so glad I got to see you, but as you can imagine, I don't get to see my parents that often," I say motioning over to my mom and dad.
She puts her hand over her chest, feigning innocence, "Oh, of course! I'm so sorry to have interrupted. Enjoy your dinner and I'll see you on Saturday at the reunion, okay?"
"Sure thing, see you then."
And away we go… in the next hour the gossip phone chain will be ringing off the hook. Alerting everyone within a twenty mile radius that the long lost Sabrina Chandler is actually in Skippack. Awesome. So much for flying under the radar. Might as well just keep the tab open and the drinks flowing. I motion for the waiter to bring me another drink and my mom makes a big show of clearing her throat to try and get my attention. "What's wrong, mom?"
"What is going on, Sabrina?"
I sigh and lean over the table slightly to keep the conversation as contained as possible, "Mom, it's complicated."
The last thing I want to do is get into a discussion about Lisa, and everything that it entails, right here and now. "Mom, can't we just enjoy dinner and not discuss Lisa for a change?"
"Yes," my dad, finally speaking up, says and winks at me.
"I guess so," she concedes, but not before she adds, "I just want you to be happy."
I ignore the jibe when the waiter finally arrives with our meals. The steak I had ordered melts in my mouth, making all the drama from just a short while ago almost worth it. It's really the little things sometimes that make it all okay. I decline dessert and excuse myself from the table to go to the ladies room while my father is requesting the waiter for the check.
When we arrived for dinner, the bar portion of the restaurant was fairly crowded, and still is as I make my way through it to get to the restroom. A couple of patrons are cheering on the Phillies on the huge flat screen TV that's mounted above the bar. When I reach the door to the ladies room, a voice that I haven't heard in ten years quietly says, "It's really you."
All of a sudden, everything around me stops and I feel like I've entered The Matrix . The only thing I can make out is my own heartbeat that is pounding in my ears. I take a breath and then quickly exhale, I can do this , I think to myself as I turn around and come face to face with the boy who broke my heart.
His sandy blonde hair is a little shorter than what I remember and he's put on a few pounds, but they don't look bad on him… the bastard. He still possesses that All-American, boy next door look, but it's his baby blue eyes that still send me reeling while I stand here frozen. They were always his best feature. He had this way of commanding me with his eyes to persuade me to do things, like he was my own personal hypnotist. Even though the intensity behind them is the same they look sad at the moment.
"I can't believe you're really here," he says breaking the silence between us, "I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to call you."
"To tell me what, exactly," I snap back. He winces slightly at my response but I stand my ground.
He puts both his hands in his pocket and tilts his head downward. As he lifts his eyes back up to me he says, "Sorry. That I'm
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