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Carol Perkins: Who was that?

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By Carol Perkins

I rushed out of one store at the mall and headed to another when a familiar face swept by me. I stopped and turned back, and she did the same.

"I haven't seen you forever," I said, and we hugged. During our exchange of pleasantries, I quickly recognized that this woman did not know me from Adam. She was looking for clues to discover the identity of the woman who seemed to know her so well.

"I'm her husband," the man walking beside her said.

I should have introduced myself at that moment, but I assumed she would do that. She couldn't because she was lost! I continued to talk about the time I visited their home.


"You were at our house?" her husband said.

I recalled how we had sat on the porch, drank coffee, and caught up on the days when my school played hers. I reminded her of the time when we had double-dated. She nodded as if she remembered, but as if I had been struck by a lightning bolt, I finally realized she was clueless.

When I called her by her name (a double name), she reminded me that her middle name wasn't what I had called her. Now, I was confused. Not that I didn't know her because I did, but I had no name to go with the face and was too embarrassed to ask.

As we parted, I said, "Guy will be so surprised when I tell him I saw you." When I said, "Guy," she could put the pieces together.

Guy and this lovely woman had attended school together at Summer Shade Elementary for eight years. She went to a high school in Barren County, and he went to Metcalfe. They had been good friends, and she and I had known each other, too. Yes, we double-dated. However, I had the name wrong, thinking of another girl from another elementary school where our teams opposed each other. It was HER house that I had visited, drank coffee on the porch and recalled old times.

Countless times, I have experienced people approaching me that I should know but can't remember their names. Like this lady, I pretend to know them and walk away wondering who they are.

As they walked away, I bet her husband said, "Who was that?" she said, "I'm not sure, but I think it's Carol Perkins, but I don't remember her being at our house."

I wasn't, but I'm up for a cup of coffee on their porch now that I know her name.


You can contact Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


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