A good laugh: bad memories

Eddy Montilla

“His hair has receded and he is a little bit fat, but it must be Henry, the love of my life when I was a child. I have no doubt about it.” Margaret said to herself when she saw the dentist coming.

“Doctor, did you study at Saint Rita primary school?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Do the names of Michael and Benjamin sound familiar to you?”

“Of course!, we were classmates.”

“And you finished the school in 1986, right?”

“Right.”

Margaret’s voice was quivering with emotion. “You are Henry Parker. Are not you?” She said. “I am…”

“You don’t have to tell me your name. I recognized you since the first moment I saw you. You are Margaret’s mother, right? By the way, how is she?

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