Chapter Six
Second Chances
Donna Jean Hollis is a former classmate of mine. We ran into each other a few days ago at our ten year high school reunion — me in my damn wheelchair, and she fresh off her divorce. She knew of course that I’d always been infatuated with her, but she’d had no idea that a diving accident had crippled me two years into college. We were both rather drunk at the time, and after exchanging obligatory condolences for our respective misfortunes, some serious flirting (much to my astonishment) got underway.
“So tell me, Tad, how come you never hit on me back in high school? I know you wanted me badly enough. You couldn’t stop staring at me in History and Math class!”
“Well, I just never had the guts,” I shrugged, and knocked back half of my double vodka and tonic. “Y
