her name was elizabeth garrett-hatt.
it was hyphenated, because the divorce was still recent, and not yet final, I guess. I never knew. I never asked. I wouldn’t have comprehended if I had, and she had told me.
we met at the bus stop. she was the first girl I was ever attracted to. and she reciprocated, God help us both.
we dated for a while, but then broke up.
she started seeing my best friend, david houseman.
they got into some bad stuff. we lost track.
there’s so much you don’t know, I don’t have time to tell you. And I wouldn’t even if I did.
twenty years went by, just like that.
I got a wild hair to go back to my high school reunion.
stupidly, I asked a friend, whatever happened to liz?
“she’s dead, you fuck. overdose. we were at the funeral. where were you?”