"Boys and Girls, could you play for a few minutes while I perform CPR on myself? Thanks."

I stared at the screen, still in shock.   Surely I was seeing things.  It wasn't REALLY a note from Clint, was it? The person I once loved very much, the guy who was my first big girl love, and the person who lifted and carried me through the first of many incredibly painful moments in my life; was it really him?


I quickly walked away from my desk to monitor the Kid Writing, and to try to wrap my head around what just happened.  I paced the room over and over, and I had to shake my head several times to try help me think clearly.


I had thought about him sporadically through the years, wondering what kind of path he had walked.  I had ended our relationship badly and we both reacted in ways that were unbecoming to young adults.  I chalked it up to a life lesson and I like to think that it was a stepping stone on my path to becoming a reasonable and responsible adult.



And now he was here; on my screen and waking me up.



I avoided the computer for the rest of the day, and wondered how in the world he had actually found me. I questioned the "found you on Google" part, as even I couldn't find myself on Google using my maiden name.



It took hot bath, a cocktail and a shot of "why not" to reply to his email.



"Dear Clint,



Yes, this is me...and what a surprise to hear from you!  Yes, I think it would be lovely to chat.  After 30 years, however, I think we might need a big chunk of time...



Looking forward to hearing from you,


Vodka. "






Oh. Sweet. Lord.  Did I just open the front door?





I think I did...