If you've ever been to a class reunion, you know that people have long memories - especially about anything pertaining to themselves. Always remember that these are people who probably knew you during your most awkward time, so don't forget to apologize for anything you might have done that may have caused them grief.
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Priscilla - Her townhouse floods, her assistant misses important calls, and the reunion committee chairperson gives her menial tasks that a monkey can do.
Tim - Priscilla isn't in the office when he stops by, so he waits. And waits. And waits. When she finally arrives, she brushes past him, barely even noticing his existence, and tells her assistant she'll be out for the rest of the day. Then she leaves. Without him.
Trudy - She barely eats enough to keep a bird alive, but when she tries to get into last year's jeans, she can't get them past her thighs.
Celeste - She has spent all day at Prissy's Cut 'n Curl, and no one notices that she had her brows done.
Laura - Her husband Pete has had one beer too many, and now he's passed out on the couch, leaving her to get the young'uns ready for bed, and her night still isn't over because she has to finish making the cards for the class reunion because no one else has offered to do it.
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out a low growl. Not a one of the folks from our class has accepted the
invitation I went to so much trouble to send out. Not that I want to see any of
‘em. I really don’t. It’s just that as class vice-president, I feel like I’ve
failed at my job.
“Laura, hon, can you come in here?” Pete hollers from the
livin’ room. “Bonnie Sue just spit up all over me.”
I blow out a breath of exasperation as I pick up the
cloth diaper I tried to hand him when he volunteered to give our youngest her
bottle. He said he didn’t need it. “I have a technique,” he told me.
Some technique. When I walk in and see him tryin’ to
balance our nine month old, her bottle, and his beer, I want to scream. I never
touched a drop of alcohol, so what was I thinkin’ when I married the biggest
alchie I know?
I pick up Bonnie Sue and rest her on my hip that’s ever
expandin’ with this pregnancy—my fourth. She grins and gurgles, and my heart
goes all melty on me.
Pete stretches out his arms. “Here, give her to me. I got
“No you don’t.” I pull her closer until she lets out a
“You’re squeezin’ her so hard, you’re makin’ her sound
like squeaky toy.”
Renee toddles into the room pulling her blanket along
behind her. “Renee,” I say. “That thing is so dirty. Let me toss it in the
washing machine with a load of towels.”
She scowls at me and hugs her blanket. “No. My binkie.”
I ponder taking it away from her, but I don’t think I can
handle her screamin’, so I turn back to my husband. “Where’s Bubba?”
He bobs his head and gives me a look like I done lost my
mind. “What do you think I am, Superman? I’m feedin’ Bonnie Sue. How do you
expect me to do that and know where Bubba is?”
Mama was right when she said men can’t handle more than
one thing at a time. It takes a woman to know how to juggle a houseful of
young’uns and everything else that goes on around ‘em.
Pete puts down his beer and grabs Renee as she toddles
past him again. “Where’s your big brother?”
“Never mind,” I say. “I’m sure he’s upstairs. I’ll go get
When I arrive at the upstairs landing, I see his backside
in the bathroom. Naked.
“Bubba, just what do you think you’re doing, young man?”
He turns around and gives me one of his wide-eyed looks. “Pee-pee
Holding my breath, I approach the doorway, knowing what
I’m about to see won’t be a pretty sight. My knees buckle as I realize just how
bad it is. My son has obviously been taking target practice at every single
fixture in the bathroom.
“Bubba, finish up in
the potty. We’re going downstairs so I can fix supper.”
He steps up on the little stool we’ve put in the kids’
bathroom and finishes his job. “Potty, Mama.”
“Good boy.” I look around and sigh. Maybe I can steal a
few minutes after supper to come back up here and clean up.
I hear the phone ringing, but I don’t even bother trying
to answer it. No one ever calls for me…at least not until recently, after the
reunion invitations went out. It’s probably someone calling with regrets anyway.
When Bubba and I get back downstairs, I hear Pete sayin’,
“A swig for you…” He lifts the bottle to Bonnie Sue’s mouth with the hand he’s
holdin’ her with and lifts his beer with the other. “And a swig for me.”
I groan. This is not the life I thought I’d have.
* * *
By the end of the week, we
have twenty-eight regrets and three acceptances. “I’ll call ‘em back and let
‘em know there won’t be a reunion,” I tell Pete.
“You’ll do no such thing. There’s no point in punishing
the ones who wanna go to the reunion just because everyone else is a party
“All three of ‘em are your friends. Why don’t you just do
somethin’ with them? I’m not decoratin’ the gym just for you and three other
He leans over and kisses me on the cheek. “Good idea,
hon. You’re the best.”
I live for times like this. Pete is sober and loving. The
kids are all taking a nap. I’m over my preggers puking.
“I think it’s a little soon to start havin’ reunions,”
Pete says. “I bet wild horses won’t be able to keep everyone away from the
“Someone else is gonna have to be in charge of that one.
I’m not goin’ through all this again.”
Pete smiles. “You know you will, hon. You’re always there
when people need you.”
“Maybe that’ll just have to change.”
I start to go fix us a snack, but Pete pulls me to his
chest and stretches his arms around me. “I like it when you’re all soft and
squishy,” he whispers in my ear.
Any other guy sayin’ that, and I’d smack him. But Pete
likes my womanly curves, and he doesn’t hesitate to tell me.
He cups my chin in his hand and tilts my face up. “Things
will get easier soon,” he says softly.
I know he means well, but after havin’ three babies, I
know what I’m in for as soon as the new one arrives. “Maybe you should get
snipped after the baby comes.”
Pete’s face turns a scary shade of pale, and he starts
coughing and sputtering. “I don’t know, Laura. That’s an awful drastic thing to
do. What if you decide later that you want more young’uns?”
“We only planned to have two, remember? We’ve already
He recovers, and his expression softens. “And I can have
four more if they’re all as wonderful as their mama.”
If there was ever any doubt why I married Pete, it
vanishes in an instant. My heart pounds with love for this man who might be a
lush, but he’s my lush. And maybe one
of these days I’ll be able to fix him.
Get them bony elbows off the table, Celeste. You gotta
have some manners, girl.”
I hate when Mama talks to me like that, but I can’t do a
thing about it. I pull my hands into my lap and look down at the table.
“Look me in the eye when I’m talkin’ to you.” Mama shakes
her head. “I don’t know how you turned out so mousy. Folks will never take you
seriously if you don’t sit up straight and look at ‘em.”
“Okay, Mama, I’ll try to do better.” I speak through
gritted teeth as I force myself to be polite to Mama.
“I gotta run to the store. When I come back, I expect to
see every single dish put away and the cabinets wiped down.” She glares at me.
“Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Mama, I hear you.”
As soon as I hear the door close behind her, I clean the
kitchen and then head straight to my bedroom where my suitcase is packed and
waitin’ for me. I’ve been plannin’ on runnin’ away since I was six, and now
that I’m twenty-three, I reckon it’s time to finally do it.
Over the past month, I’ve been lookin’ at apartments in
Hattiesburg, tryin’ to find one that’s furnished that I can afford. It wasn’t
easy on account of Hattiesburg bein’ such a big city and all. But I couldn’t
very well look in Piney Point ‘cause everyone in town knows Mama, and sure as
shootin’, word would get back to her.
I sit down at the kitchen table and write Mama a note
lettin’ her know that I won’t be back. As I’m slidin’ it under the saltshaker,
I see a small envelope addressed to me. Mama must have brought it in ‘cause I
didn’t see it until now.
My fingers are so long and skinny, I can’t even look at
‘em as I rip open the envelope. Once it’s open, I pull out the card.
It’s an invitation to my class’s five-year reunion. That’s
a joke. Why anyone would ever want to go back to that kind of humiliation, I can’t
even imagine. High school was one of the worst times of my life—right up there
with middle school, nursing assistant school, and livin’ with Mama.
I shove the invitation into my oversized handbag that I
bought at the thrift store and head on out to my car. I take one last look at
the house where I grew up before sliding into my clunker. If I ever come back
to this place, it’ll be as a guest and never to live here. And as I back out of
the driveway, I don’t have a bit of regret. I might be ugly, bony, and socially
awkward, but I still have feelings. The only way to get away from constant
humiliation is to live on my own.
The landlord handed me the keys to the front door and
mailbox when I stopped by on the way to Mama’s house from my private duty
nursin’ job last night. He also handed me a list of what I’m not allowed to do.
“We keep a close eye on folks around here,” he warned me,
his eyes narrowin’ to itty bitty beady slits. “’Specially when they first move
in. We don’t tolerate noise after eight, and you can’t have a bunch of rowdy
parties, except on Friday and Saturday nights.”
“I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t have rowdy parties
ever.” I’m tryin’ to be funny, but he
My stomach feels mighty queasy as I pull into my new
apartment parkin’ lot. There are other beat-up old cars around me, so I feel
right at home.
The apartment ain’t all that nice, but it’s clean and
furnished. I still have to go pick up some dishes somewhere, but since I’m not
all that hungry at the moment, I don’t bother.
I sit down on the sofa to watch some TV. That’s when I
realize that when they say furnished,
they only mean bare minimum furniture. Looks like I’ll have to get a TV. I have
a small savings account, but it won’t last long if I keep burnin’ through it.
Maybe I can do without TV for a few weeks, until I can save a little bit of
money from my next couple of paychecks.
I pull out my cell phone and make the dreaded call to
Laura, letting her know I won’t be able to make it to the reunion. I hate
lying, so I decide to leave it at that and not make up any excuses. If she
presses, I’ll just beat around the bush about how busy I am, and maybe she’ll
Her voicemail kicks in, so I’m off the hook. I simply say
I won’t be there and hang up.
Two hours later my cell phone rings. It’s Mama. I’m
tempted not to take it, but I figure I might as well get this over with.
“Hey, Mama, I know I should have told—”
“It’s about time you did this,” she said, interrupting
me. “I’ve been throwing hints out ever since you got out of high school. So
where is your new place?”
She’s caught me so off-guard, I’m speechless for a few
seconds. “Um, in Hattiesburg.”
“That doesn’t tell me much. Hattiesburg is a big place.
Tell me exactly where you are so I can come help get your place all fixed up.
Is there anything from here you need?”
I look at the empty space across from me. “I could use a
“We’ve got that old one in the guest room. If you want
it, you can have it.”
The TV she’s talking about is at least fifteen years old
and about twice as deep as the screen is tall. But it’s better’n nothing.
“That would be nice.”
“Do you need sheets? I’m assuming you got yourself a
“Yes, sheets would be nice too.”
“Celeste, you should’ve said somethin’ to me before you
left. Now get on back here right now, and I can load up your car with stuff
I go back out to my car to pick up the stuff Mama
promises she’ll have waitin’ for me. As I drive, I go back and forth between
elation and frettin’ over the fact that Mama is so happy to be rid of me.
I’ve been on the five-year college plan, and now it’s
time for me to accept my piece of paper to show for all those expensive college
classes Uncle Jerry paid for. If it wasn’t so dang important to see me strut
across the long stage in front of doting parents, grandparents, and whatnot,
I’d be home watchin’ a little wrastlin’.
“You look so cute in a suit,” Mama says. “C’mere, Tim, let
me fix your tie.”
“Whatsamatter with my tie, Mama? I done it just like
Uncle Jerry taught me.”
She shakes her head and laughs. “You can take the boy to
college, but you can’t take the redneck outa him.”
“The apple don’t fall far from the tree, Mama.”
“True.” She gives my tie an extra yank and cups my face
in her hands. I hate when she does that, but I know it makes her feel good. “I
am so proud of you, shoogie. You’ve worked so hard to get your degree, and now
you’re gonna start on a career of a lifetime.”
“Mama.” I take a step back and look her in the eye. “I’m
just gonna be sellin’ hair products. That’s not exactly my dream job.”
“And why not? It’s perfectly respectable, and Jerry is
kind enough to give you a company car and all the benefits to go with it.”
I’d much rather be sellin’ farm equipment or maybe even
runnin’ some of it myself. But Uncle Jerry felt like he had to man up when my
daddy, his brother, took off and left me and mama. Some of my college buddies
still hadn’t found jobs, so I know I should at least act grateful.
“Yeah, I’m a lucky guy,” I say. “Not everyone has an
“Did I hear my name?” There’s no mistakin’ my uncle’s
boomin’ voice that sounds bigger than life. “C’mon, let’s leave this boy alone
so he can get his sheepskin.” He winks at me. “You’re becomin’ a man tonight,
and we’re all so proud we could pop.”
The next three hours drag as the university president
calls out the name of each graduate. The whole experience is about as boring as
it can get, but I know that’s all part of growin’ up. When I was a kid, I
thought it would be cool to be an adult on account of it looked like they could
do whatever they wanted, eat whatever they wanted, and stay up as long as they
wanted. Now I know better. Bein’ an adult means tryin’ to pretend you’re havin’
fun when you’re bored to tears.
After the whole thing is over, Uncle Jerry tells all the
women folk that he needs to talk to me, man-to-man. I cringe ‘cause I think he
wants to have the birds-and-bees chat with me. I learned the normal way—from my
pals in the boys’ room back in middle school. But since this is one of those
things that’s so all-fired important to him, I figure I’ll just let him do what
he feels like he needs to do.
“Now that you’re all graduated, it’s time to tell you my
plans,” he says as he grins and pulls some keys out of his pocket. “Oh, and
while we’re at it, here are the keys to your company car.”
My heart pounds. I never had my own automobile before. I
start to grab for them, but he pulls them a few inches away.
“C’mon, let’s go out to the parkin’ lot, and I’ll show
you the car I’ve leased for you.”
I don’t expect the snazziest sports car in the world, but
when he leads me to a land yacht on wheels, my heart sinks. “This is it?”
Uncle Jerry’s chest swells as he nods and grins. “I
usually start my salesmen with the basic fleet car, but since you’re my nephew,
I thought I’d get you into the biggest and most upgraded Buick they had.”
“I’m fine with the basic car. Seriously, Uncle Jerry,
this car is way…too big for me.” No way do I wanna be seen in this big ol’
He turns around and looks the car over before turning
back to me. “Are you sure? Most of my salesmen would love to have this car.”
“I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you give it to one of ‘em,
and I can take their old car?”
At first, I’m a little worried that he’ll take offense,
but when he slaps me on the back and flings his arm over my shoulder, I know I
done somethin’ good. “You’ve just made one man very happy, Tim. Why don’t you
take my car tonight, and I’ll drive this one over to Lawrence’s house tomorrow?
Me and you can swap out when you and your mama come to lunch on Sunday.”
We head back to the arena, him talkin’ and me
listenin’…or at least tryin’ to. He goes on and on about my new territory.
“You might not think it’s all that great to call on hair
salons, but believe you me, it’s better than it looks on the surface,” he says.
“Yeah, you get to see pretty ladies all day. They’ll
probably fawn all over you in the beginning, but after they get to know you,
they’ll share their deepest confidences. You’ll become their best guy friend.”
That doesn’t sound all that great to me. Bein’ just
friends with a pretty girl isn’t my idea of a good time.
“And there will be some who will take a different kind of
likin’ to you.” He grins and nudges me in the ribs with his elbow. “Know what I
Now we’re talkin’. I smile. “Yeah, I think so.”
“And speakin’ of pretty girls, the first account I’m
givin’ you is Prissy’s Cut ‘n Curl in Piney Point. The owner is a young woman
with a ton of ambition. I figure the two of you, both bein’ so new in the
business, will be able to grow together.”
“Piney Point?” I say. “Ain’t that the hick town out from
“Tim, let me set you straight on somethin’ before you go
spoutin’ off insults to your clients. Some of those what you call hick towns
grow some of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Don’t ever forget where you
I feel ashamed of myself. “I’m sorry, Uncle Jerry. I
don’t know what got into me.”
“You’re just feelin’ all full of yourself ‘cause you just
got yourself a college degree.”
“I’ll make you proud,” I say as I draw a cross over my
chest with my finger. “I promise.”
“I know you will. Take the next week and get your stuff
together. I’ve put a deposit on an apartment in Jackson that’s centrally
located in your territory.”
I hadn’t thought about where I’d live. “Does Mama know
you done that?”
Uncle Jerry exploded with booming laughter. “Does your
mama know? Tim, she’s the one who picked it out.”
I sit in the dark living room and stare out the front
window, watching for Michael’s car to pull into the driveway. He was supposed
to be home an hour ago to take me out for my birthday.
Michael has been late coming home every night for the
past two months. He tells me he’s working late, but Mama thinks there’s some
hanky panky going on. She hears stuff at the Cut ‘n Curl, and I suwannee, she
thinks everything someone says there is the gospel.
I wait another half hour before I finally get up and go
back into the kitchen. I’ve been starvin’ myself all afternoon so I can enjoy
the surf ‘n turf dinner at the Ritz Manor, Piney Point’s finest restaurant.
My stomach makes one of those gurgling sounds that lets
me know I can’t hold off any longer, so I open the fridge and peruse the
contents. There’s the meatloaf and mashed potatoes plate I fixed for Michael
last night—the one he didn’t bother heatin’ up and eating. Beneath that is the
bowl of spaghetti that he never touched. And on the shelf below I spot the
strawberry cheesecake Mama brought over yesterday.
I grab the cheesecake that has a single slice missing and
carry it over to the table. Then I head over to the cabinet to get a plate and
knife, but when I return, I realize the only thing I got was a fork. I glance
down at the cheesecake and figure, oh
well, before sitting down and digging in.
The first bite is delicious, and the second bite even
better. The third bite feels downright indulgent. By the time I scrape the last
of the crumbs in the bottom of the pie plate, I feel bloated and even more
irritated than ever. Michael still isn’t home.
After rinsing the dish and sticking it in the dishwasher,
I hear the door opening. A few seconds later, a shadow fills the kitchen.
“Where have you been?” I ask. “I’ve been waiting for you
all evenin’. It’s my birthday, Michael.”
Without even attempting a smile, Michael shakes his head.
“Don’t start in on me, Trudy. You know how much I hate nagging wives.”
“So you think I’m a nagging wife?” I can’t hold back the
shrillness of my voice. “What do you think about a man who breaks promises to
the person he says he’ll love for the rest of his life?”
Michael flinches and closes his eyes. “Don’t. It’s not
worth it.” He opens his eyes and walks over to the refrigerator, opens the
door, and then looks at me over his shoulder. “Where’s that cheesecake I saw in
there last night?”
My jaw tightens. I don’t say a word as I stand there and
stare at him, feelin’ guilty all over.
Then he snorts, his eyes narrow, and I see the disgust on
his face. “Don’t tell me you ate the whole dang thing. Trudy, the one thing
worse than a nagging wife is a fat one.” He looks me up and down and shakes his
head. “Speakin’ of…you’ve been packin’ on some pounds lately. Not very
That does it. I jab my finger in his direction. “If you
would come home and be a decent husband, I wouldn’t eat all the time.”
“And if you’d get yourself a job, I wouldn’t have to work
“You told me when we first got married—”
He holds up his hands to silence me. I slink back against
the wall. Michael has never laid a hand on me, but his words are more painful
than any physical abuse he could ever inflict. “When we got married, you were
pretty, petite, and slim. Now you’re…” He eyes me up and down and shakes his
head. “You’re not the woman I married.”
I stand there with my mouth hangin’ open for what seems
like forever, until he sneers and walks away. Then I run to our room and throw
myself across the bed. I want to sob, but I have no tears left.
“Trudy?” The voice coming from the doorway is softer, so
I turn around and look at Michael.
“Are we goin’ to the class reunion? I saw the invitation
on the table.”
“I’m not sure.”
“You better decide soon.” His hard edge has returned. “It’ll
take you some time to get your figure back, and I won’t show up and have all my
friends see how my wife let herself go.”
“What?” I shriek.
“Is that all you can say?” He snickers. “Get your lazy
rear out of that bed and do something. Fix yourself up. I can’t stand lookin’
at you like this.”
I reach over and pick up the closest thing on the
nightstand. As soon as it leaves my hands, I realize it’s the antique vase Mama
gave us when we first got married. It shatters as it hits the wall, and I'm still fumin’ and