Gordon's Story, Part 1


Don't ask me why I decided to go to someone else's senior prom. Well, you can ask. Wendy was talking to me as we were washing lettuce at work. She was telling me about her friend, Karen, and how she didn't have a date to the prom and that I'd really like her if I got to know her. "She's cute, too," Wendy said, pulling a tiny strip of four photos from her wallet. That little blurry head I saw four times, covered with lettuce in each frame, didn't help me decide if she was cute or not. "Well, let's all have lunch today," she said. So we did, and Karen was fairly cute, and since Wendy was setting us up anyway, I agreed to go Karen's prom with her. I mean, it's not like I really like any of the people at my high school. The idea was that Wendy and her date, Paul, would be doubling with us, so it's not like I'd be totally among strangers. Well, that's what Wendy had said. She and Paul came and picked me up at my house in a limo Wendy's dad had rented. Wendy seemed extremely pleased to be in the back of the fancy car, and showed me all the stashes of soda and the little TV as we drove to Karen's house. We pulled up in front of her driveway and we all filed up to her door. Her mother welcomed us in, camera in hand. She apologized to us that her daughter wasn't ready yet, and then she shouted toward the back of the house to announce our arrival. Wendy flashed me a broad smile as if I had been dying to see what her friend looked like all dressed up, and then I could see Karen's silhouette walking down the hallway.
	by Brian Tivol

Don't ask me why I decided to go to someone else's senior prom. Well, you can ask. Wendy was talking to me as we were washing lettuce at work. She was telling me about her friend, Karen, and how she didn't have a date to the prom and that I'd really like her if I got to know her.

"She's cute, too," Wendy said, pulling a tiny strip of four photos from her wallet. That little blurry head I saw four times, covered with lettuce in each frame, didn't help me decide if she was cute or not. "Well, let's all have lunch today," she said. So we did, and Karen was fairly cute, and since Wendy was setting us up anyway, I agreed to go Karen's prom with her. I mean, it's not like I really like any of the people at my high school.

The idea was that Wendy and her date, Paul, would be doubling with us, so it's not like I'd be totally among strangers. Well, that's what Wendy had said. She and Paul came and picked me up at my house in a limo Wendy's dad had rented. Wendy seemed extremely pleased to be in the back of the fancy car, and showed me all the stashes of soda and the little TV as we drove to Karen's house.

We pulled up in front of her driveway and we all filed up to her door. Her mother welcomed us in, camera in hand. She apologized to us that her daughter wasn't ready yet, and then she shouted toward the back of the house to announce our arrival.

Wendy flashed me a broad smile as if I had been dying to see what her friend looked like all dressed up, and then I could see Karen's silhouette walking down the hallway.

by Brian Tivol