I don't wanna embarrass anyone, but I have a friend on this Blog whose name starts with an "m" and ends with an "e".
And rhymes with "archaeopteryx."
Last week she arranged a coffee date at Two Birds, and while I sat nursing my Americano, she pushed something across the table to me. It was a banged-up old can of 8-mm film. I turned it on its side to see what was scrawled along the edge of the canister in Magic Marker.
Las Palmas '82
"What is it?" I asked. "A home movie?"
"I found it in a box in my folks' attic," she said wistfully, "—along with some other ghosts. I've been wanting to tell you the truth about me before we go any further, and finding this seemed like a sign that now's the right time."
After watching the film at home, I realized how little I knew about m——e's past. Things I'd thought of before as part of her quirky charm were now starting to take on a more sinister tone: like how she never wanted to go anywhere near the beach with me, and how she always insisted on qutting after just six bottles of Mickey's.
When we met again, she must have seen the questions in my eyes. I tried to speak.
"Shhhhhhhhhh!" she whispered, pressing a finger to my lips. "We can talk about it later, when we're both ready."
"It was a dark time in my life," she said. "For right now, let's just leave it at that."
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—DP
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