Hello?
Miya?
Hi, is this Kathryn?
Yes.
It’s nice to hear your voice.
Definitely.
You too.
Want me just to go now?
Sure.
OK.
Randy was a good Jewish boy.
I, a shiksa.
Nevertheless, we dated in college, happy until the Vietnam War intervened.
He served, while I went from Sorority Sue to protesting hippie.
Time passed.
We moved on.
The month of my wedding, Randy called, asking me not to go through with it.
That night, I got very drunk.
The wedding happened, life progressed, my husband died.
In my heart, I knew Randy and I would end up together when we were old.