Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Cat Lady

Roman showed up at my mum's front door three days ago. I had last seen him five before that day.

Five years ago I was 21 years old, ambitious, adventurous, working as a store manager for an Italian Cookware Company in the central business district of Mombasa Island, volunteering at a children’s home every weekend, playing soccer and diving in the ocean every Sunday afternoon, and was the naughty young lady engaged to be married to the minister’s son. Roman was older, strangely settled at 29 and eager for me to stop being bad and wild so I could be his wife.

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