The Spoof:
Our 20th high school reunion was coming up, so I posted this on our page at Classmates.com:
Wow. I'm even more horrified as I re-read this again years later. But what the hell. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
So I got a call from the reunion organizer asking, hesitantly, if I was "okay." People spooked by my post called her in a panic. She almost didn't call me--fortunately, we'd gone to prom together, so she did call.
The Apology:
Reading the apology now, I wonder if anyone disbelieved it, the bio part, i.e., that I hadn't graduated from a suburban voc-tech and became a lawyer/professor who married a Polynesian while in the Peace Corps and went to an historically Black law school, but was telling stories. Which would mean . . . the first post was true! But, no, I believe the apology worked as best it could at that point.
The Relief:
Okay, re-reading this again, I have to chuckle--her knees have stopped shaking.
And I stopped turning red at the memory of all this.
