Monday, August 27, 2012
The Handsome Man
Anyway, the institute's faithful, grandmotherly secretary retired and we got a string of temps. This made for a disorganized office--i.e. paychecks arriving late, books not ordered and that sort of thing. Until we got The Handsome Man!
The Handsome Man worked as our secretary while finishing his PhD. He kept everything running perfectly. AND he was handsome. The women joked about how much they found themselves stopping in at the front office just to check out this secretary's efficiency and smiling face.
So, one day not long after he came to untangle our office I was home and who did I see jogging in front of my house? Yes, you guessed it, The Handsome Man! It turned out he lived only a few houses away.
Eventually we got to be pretty good friends. He was a handyman-DYI type of guy, and so was my husband, so they often helped each other out when replacing a toilet or patching something on the roof. The Handsome Man (for I always secretly called him that) built the picket fence in his front yard. The first time he did it though, he did something wrong with the wood, stained it a wrong color or something so the thought it was too green. So he gave the load of pickets to us, and my husband used them to build a treehouse for the boys.
The last time he spoke to me, he was in his driveway with his dog and I was walking by. He called out, "I'm sorry that mmm you lost mmm,"
"The dog?" I said, thinking of the signs for our lost dog we had hung up everywhere.
"Yes," he called. "That's too bad."
Later, I wondered if he was going to say sorry I had lost my husband, but we had both only pretended he meant the dog because the other wasn't something to call out across the street. Or maybe I am just imagining that.
When you are in the treehouse, if you lean out over one side, you can see that the magnolia tree has branches that spoke out just perfectly for climbing, creating a natural ladder. They boys used to go up so high they'd scare me to pieces. I'll have to get my bearings--and my sneakers--and go up there again.