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Reunion, Finding KK2

As I drove to her home, I could barely keep my eyes off of her and on the road. She was chattering away about many things, but I hardly heard a word. That is until she said, "I was sorry to hear about you losing your wife." A flood of emotions washed over me as I thanked her. "She was a wonderful woman, taken away much too soon." "I am sure she was, how could she not be, she had you for a husband." As I pulled in her drive, she asked me to come in. "I will get us something to drink. How long were you married?" "A little over five years, but I knew her from my first year at Yale, actually met her the first day of classes." I told her of my pursuit, the many rejections and finally her asking me out during our junior year. "You could have knocked me over with a feather, I had given up hope, and here, she asks me out." "But, enough about that, I want to know about your life, since we last saw each other, everything," I said as we walked into her house. As she poured us a glass of wine, she began to relate all the events in her life. "College at MIZZOU, married, divorced, teaching at multiple schools before coming back here to Ridgewood." Suddenly, she became quiet. I noticed a tear rolling down her face. "David, there is something I have to tell you, you aren't going to like it, but I have to be honest with you." That was the first time she had ever called me David. It was always RR or Richie Rich, never David. I took her hand, "KK, I already know." She laughed. "I am Katharine ...

... now, KK no longer exists. I should have known you would find out, do you hate me?" "For accepting my father's bribe to pay for your education if you would stay away from me? KK, sorry, Katharine, my father could be very persuasive, always got his way. He tried to control every aspect of my life, and I suppose to some degree, he did. Why do you think I went to Yale? Father!" I told her when going through my father's personal papers, I found the agreement she and her mother had signed. "I wanted to see you and tell you I understood, that I did not have hard feelings. You were my first love, so special to me and on some level, I still love you." She sat there in silence for a moment then said, "You were the nicest, sweetest guy I knew and I see you haven't changed. I was in love with you from the first day I met you, a shy, scared boy, trying to fit in at a new school, not wanting anyone to know your family had mega bucks." It was my turn to laugh. "Yep! My first act of defiance, insisting I go to Ridgewood. It was the best decision I ever made. My first day, meeting you and Baz, how lucky could a guy get?" "Brian Bazwell, a blast from the past, I had forgotten you guys were good friends." She asked me if I knew where Baz was now. I told her he lived in Nashville. "He played football for Vanderbilt, met his wife there, and after his brief pro career, moved back. He is a local TV sports personality, very popular." She said she could see that, "He was always charming, all the girls ...