He still saw the weight she carried, something he carriedtoo.
But yeah.
Happier.
And he was glad to see that.
He waved back and started her way.
But since it was a punk act they were catching, and theywere in the mosh pit, a surge hit the pit, they both got caught up in it, helost sight of her, and even if he looked (all night), he didn’t see her again.
That was a serious bummer.
Though, he was glad to know they liked the same kind ofmusic.
He was glad just because they liked the same kind of music.
But also because it meant they might run into each otheragain.
He saw her a few months later at Taste of Coloradodowntown.
They caught up then.
She was with a dude.
He was with a chick.
But she dragged that dude right to Jagger, smiling big.
And Jag stood next to his chick, watching her do it, smilingbig right back.
“Hey, J,” she greeted.
“Hey, A,” he’d returned.
And Christ.
Yeah.
She just got prettier and prettier.
She barely glanced at his chick when she started up theirconvo, which did not go over well with his chick.
Or her dude, who Jag felt no remorse about the fact itseemed she forgot he was even there.
“So cool to finally run into you again,” she started it,still smiling big.“I was gonna leave you a note at our place, but the lasttime I went to visit Mom, there was this other dude who looked like you thereand I didn’t want him to get it.”
And he knew what she meant.
Our place.
Reaching out using his dad’s grave.
“That’s my brother, and yeah, no.”He shook his head, forsome reason, the thought of Dutch knowing about her, getting her note to him,not understanding what it was, reading it.
Yeah…
No.
