I plan to call Mejol tonight.
She is, I think I've said before,the sister I never had.
My parents thought they wouldn't have children, so they semi-adopted Mejol--my mother's sister's daughter. She went with them on vacations. She slept over with them.
They loved her.
Then I came along.
And Mejol stayed.
We were always together, for most of my childhood and afterwards.
When I was in high school, she locked me in her room with an album by Bob Dylan and Catcher in the Rye. An afternoon that changed my life.
When I graduated from high school, I went to visit her in New Orleans. She was with me the first time I ever got drunk.
We've shared other things to intimate and private to write about.
l love her.
We lost touch for some years but I call her almost every week now.
She lives in Baltimore and if we'd been there more than the 40 some hours we were I would have seen her.
Men, it seems to me, tend to leave the past behind.
I do that--except for Mejol.
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