Meeting Betty

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Meeting BettyYou know how my mother’s knock on my door changed everything in a flash? Much the same thing happened with Betty. It was early April 1985. I was preparing for the night’s dinner shortly before the restaurant opened. She walked in. She asked to speak to me. I do not know when I had last seen her, probably briefly in February when I was crossing campus. She wore the ring. My boss said I could take ten, and we stepped outside. “I can’t stop thinking of you.” “What?” “Listen. I cannot stop thinking of you.” “Betty, you’re straight and you’re engaged. We haven’t seen each other in months. What are you talking about?” “I don’t need reminding. But look. And you can walk away if you want. I’ll understand. But I need to know. I cannot spend the rest of my life wondering. Look. I

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