The young woman sitting under a Central Park tree looked at me with with shock filled eyes. I looked directly at her and smiled, because sometimes people just need a smile – know what I mean?
She called out to me across the field; “Are you Frannie? Is your name Frannie?”
“Yes it is,” and I made my way towards her.
“You’re Big Joey’s sister. I can’t believe it. We were all talking about Joey just last night. M was trying to remember his sister’s name, and I told her I was sure it was Frannie.’
Now I am known for my memory. Daddy used to always say, “You didn’t forget you just don’t want to remember.”
This petite blue eyed woman’s face was familar, but I just couldn’t place her.
She told me her name was A, and that the mother of my brother’s best friend T had been her baby sitter.
I hadn’t seen her her in over 20 years. My brother’s best friend T was murdered about 18 months before he passed away.
And here was A already 34 years old. She began to describe my father’s grocery store in detail. T’s mom had been her sitter for years, and they stopped in quite often to shop and for a Slush Puppy. I used to mix up the concoction that went into that machine. One part sweetened concentrate to six parts water in gallon sized jugs emblazoned with the red and blue logo of a doggie in a sweater and cap. I was also a cashier, produce girl, my dad’s assistant and official letter writer. The man hated to write letters.
We spoke for a while, and mentioned she would having surgery in a few days. Nothing life threatening, but she was nervous. I was happy that the Universe had put me in her path, it gave me a chance to comfort her. Joey is pleased too.
We also talked about her recent return to New York. Seems she’s been wandering a bit. I told her that I myself never really planned. I just go out for walks and things happen.
So – go take a walk.
Maybe our paths will cross.
Ciao for now.