Separated at Birth; Reunited in the Lakes Region, NH

I met somebody over the weekend because a mutual acquaintance said we should meet since he thinks we have a lot on common. This somebody lives in Center Harbor NH and I live six miles away, on the weekends anyway, and so we met at this eatery in downtown Meredith.

I got there late, and rushed in full of apology. Oh she was late herself she said. In fact she was glad I was late because it gave her the chance to read this poster here about free English lessons and she has someone new in her family eager to perfect her English. So do I!

I told her I often carry my meal to a restaurant and just round it out with stuff from their bill of fare, just to drive up the tip, really. She does that too. And she too sits near the back for sneakiness.

She has three kids. So did I! Her man’s name is David. So is mine! She knows everything about one half of her parental unit and nothing at all about the other. Me too! I had a relative who spent serious time in The Institute of Living in Hartford CT for ECT and many other therapies. She has relatives who have both worked there and consumed the services.

She told she always has to sit with her back to the wall in public places. So do I! She says she tells her family it’s because of her days in the Mob; I say that too!

“You’re my first friend in the area” I shyly told her as we parted and she said she was mine.

“But how can that be if you’ve lived here for ten years?” I said.

“I’m just really fussy when it comes to friends ” she smiled and maybe I’m pretty fussy too since come to think of it I’ve been in the area myself since the fall of ’99.

So maybe we will become friends because now I’m remembering this too: When I told her over coffee that I didn’t actually like fun she laughed out loud but in the nicest possible, exact right way. She ‘gets’ me all right and maybe I ‘get’ her too and what a thing that is for two strangers, what an amazing amazing thing.