By Laura Grimes
Sometimes life plays tricks and secrets sneak up when you least expect them. Hidden talents. Buried stories.
Three months ago I went to a high school reunion. (I won’t tell which one.) Before this year I had been a pill about attending them. I had really terrific friends in school. I had lots of great memories. But that was then and my life now seemed so far removed.
Invariably every five years some of my closest friends from school would make all the reunion arrangements, I would ignore them, and as the date drew close my phone would ring. “Grimes, get your butt up here!” And I would oblige.
Of course, I would have a great time. Laugh my guts out. What was I thinking? I was such a twit.
So this year, I just gave myself over to it from the beginning. (The phone call was looming anyway. I really didn’t have a choice.) I paid early and booked a room with friends. I looked forward to it.
But something very curious happened this time.