When I got home, I saw my cousin Karla’s number on the call
display and rang her back. “What’s up?”
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She is a lab tech assistant up north and was taking a man’s
blood today when he said, You’re not from around here, are you. You remind me
of someone I used to know. A girl from, where was it now ... Margo.
By cracky. Karla is from Margo!
No kidding! What was that girl's name, now? He described her to Karla, who said “That sounds like Kathy.”
And sure as shit, he is someone Carolyn and I used to know up
north and I, at least, haven’t thought of often for 30 years. And the funny thing is, he is
Carolyn’s ex.
And funnier still – no, stranger – is that he couldn’t explain what
reminded him of me. It was the way Karla moves, talks ... He didn’t know why either really. The memory just came into his head, he said, as if he was quite baffled.
That’s the first I’ve heard of anyone seeing a family
resemblance between Karla and me. We are both surprised and amused. But it is kind of nice too.
I said I hope she isn’t too insulted by the comparison, considering I’m 15 or 20 years older than she is. Woot! as they say in
blogland.
