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The last I saw "her" she was living in New York. Some apartment off of George Washington Square. It's were we first met that Danish guy. He was the one who followed use to Time Square all along saying he'd get us back to the hotel cause if we weren't careful we'd get lost or mugged. Funny. That guy saying he'd keep us safe from New York. There we were all wide eyed and he was going to save us. Little did he know. I kind of felt bad for him. True we were abit lost in the geography but we weren't "lost". Not like he thought. The look on his face when we walked up to Matt and David outside of the Helmsley. Both of us holding on to them and smiling and thanking him in our best southern drawl for getting us back to the hotel and paying for the subway fare and how we really did have to go. His face. Idiot. Expected to go with us out on the town. When he realized that wasn't going to happen he just looked resigned. Kind of like folks do on Saturday night and they look down at the 20 lottery tickets they bought with this weeks paycheck. Yeah they did pick the winning numbers that week. They just didn't pick them on the same ticket.

I was worried but seemed like he was the decent one. He just turned and left - melted into the crowd on the street and then? Gone.

I saw him a couple of days later talking to some tourists. Chatting them up. Started to tell them what was up but decided that I owed him and left him be. He was like a regular there stuck in time and his circumstance.

And now Matt was too.


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from
Mother's Day. A little brunch and sweet tea.

by

C Anne Ford

5-9-11

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