Thursday 24 July 2003

Jackie was well aware of Setback Number Two, the rumor that she and I had dated while she was still in high school. Apparently during the summer before she caught wind of it from a couple different classmates and asked who they'd heard it from. She then confronted them to find out who they'd heard it from. She finally pinpointed the source of the rumor, the boy who'd started it all. She went to a party he was attending, bitched him out and slapped him in front of everyone there.

Still, not wanting any of that crap to start all over again, we made sure not to be seen together anywhere around our community. I only wish something could have prevented the reoccurrence of Setback Number One.

The week after St. Valentines' Day, the Pontiac died. (Now I had a dead Audi and and a dead Pontiac!) Thrilling. I was getting ready to get up the courage to tell my daughter that I wouldn't be able to see her the following weekend when I had an invitation to visit Jackie... her roommate was going home for the weekend. I told her it was my weekend to see Catherine and wouldn't be able to... when she offered something really sweet. Jackie could pick me up at my house Friday night and take me back to college with her. Then, Saturday morning, I could take her car up to see Cathy for the weekend, return to Jackie's college and she could take me home Sunday night. All it would cost me would be to have her oil changed and leave her gas tank full.

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