Then:
She
sits on the hood
of
his car, a 1938 Packard
owned
by his funeral parlor
father.
Unsmiling, she looks
what
people call saucy,
an
attitude that promoted
her
to hood ornament.
Now:
She
stopped going
to
class reunions when
numbers
dwindled
to
insufficient to make
a
class reunion.
Fifty
became forty
became
twenty-seven
became
sixteen became
eight
became two,
the
two who never
liked
each other but
they’d
mourn each other
anyway.
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