Full Circle (Miracle Drug)

The long-awaited invitation to my cousin’s wedding arrived in the mail Wednesday. It’s set down for the afternoon/evening of the second Saturday in January. A sad smile came to my lips. Facing the bookshelf, my back to the door, I didn’t see Rachel’s entry. Her slender fingers rounded my shoulder, quickly followed by her chin.

“You OK?”

I reply blithely, tapping the card against the tips of my left hand’s fingers. “Yeah. Invite to Justin’s wedding.”

You may wonder why a long-awaited wedding invitation has me upset. Well, the Reader’s Digest version is that I first knew of this invite back in July, when Rachel and I were “on a break”, and a friend offered her “services as your officially [sic] date to any ceremony where one is required”. Things didn’t exactly work out. Today of all days!

“Is he from the same side of the family I’ve met? That’s your Mum’s side, yeah?”

“Yeah, Justin is Em’s older brother. Justin’s the eldest of all of us.”

“Right. I better apologise to her.”

A mischievous smile rises to my lips. The last wedding I attended with Rachel was that of a former colleague of hers, at which Em was a bridesmaid. Now, my Mum’s side of the family has always been close, and Em we hadn’t seen one another in a while. An affectionate greeting between cousins is not that uncommon, is it? Rachel jumped to conclusions.

“Yeah.”

We crossed the floor to my desk before the realisation set in that Rachel was standing before me, and we’d not seen one another since Thursday last week.

“Sorry, hi!”

She glanced back at me as her lips creased into that furtive “school girl” smile that makes me weak. Hugging her from behind, my hands slide over the curve of her hip and around to her midriff. She turned, kissed me and ‘tickled’ the underside of my left elbow. I relented.

“I can’t stay. I’ll see you Friday.”

And she left, depositing a sandwich on my desk.


I wanna trip inside your head
And spend the day there,
To hear the things you haven’t said,
And see what you might see
I feel let down, reading your meagre words. Three word sentences convey nothing but your stoicism, and it frustrates me. Remember to whom these shoulders belong. The heartfelt pleas have diminished. Why?

OK, looks like we have to cut a deal, dear one. (I seem to be doing a lot of this lately). I’ll see your “messages as flat as the topography of Arizona...” and raise you “mountains”, but I need something in response. Things have become too unilateral.

I’d be grateful for one morsel …




End Part III





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