Brenda was a mean girl. We were thrown together because we were all Sunday School together. She was snooty but tolerated me the best she could in Sunday School because I was preferable to Mary Bragg, an overweight girl who constantly complained other girls were “talking” about her. We usually weren’t, because we’d already done that and moved on. I guess I was a mean girl wanna be.
At any rate, Though Brenda could tolerate me at Sunday School, it was a different story at school. Sometimes I tried to buddy up to her, only to be rebuffed when a real friend came along. The thing about Brenda was, she was mad about horses. I had a horse. From time to time, her yearning to ride a horse got the best of her and she’d ask to come ride my horse. I was would have played with a rattlesnake if it hadn’t bitten me too many times, so I was glad to have her. We doubled up on Ol’ Frosty and plod along being good friends as looming as the ride lasted.
Once in a great while, Brenda and her older sister Sandy, also a mean girl, the age of my older sister Phyllis, would invite Phyllis and me over. One Sarurday, we all climbed on the honeysuckle-covered fence in their backyard and slid all one long, glorious afternoon. I remember Phyllis asking if they were sure it was okay. Sandy answered , “Sure, we climb this fence all the time.” We rode that fence to the ground. The next day in Sunday School, Brenda was mad at me. It seems they’d gotten a “whuppin” for our afternoon’s shenanigans and Mr. Davis “wished he could get his hands on us!” I never cared to go back over.
Several years ago, I saw Brenda’s obituary in the paper. I wonder if she’ll talk to me in the unlikely event I meet up with her in heaven. I know for sure I won’t be swinging on the Pearly Gates with her.
This is tight. I love the close!
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Maybe I can go to the same heaven as you.
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get ready for a party! 🙂
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Great last line! Laugh-aloud funny.
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I don’t expect a great welcome.
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Perhaps you’ll both be placed in different sections of heaven. I’ve heard it’s a huge place. 😀 — Suzanne
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I’ll bet she’ll skedaddle if it looks like I am crowding her.
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Reblogged this on Nutsrok.
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You wonder if in heaven you maintain being mean or if the place has a mellowing effect on you. Enjoyed your tale Linda.
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A fun and interesting story!
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Thanks.
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Nah. I wouldn’t count on that Brenda. 😀 😀 😀
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I had to walk to school every morning with a mean girl who worshipped (or claimed to) the devil. She ended up a nurse married to a doctor. You just never know!
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Wonder if he was a devil?
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Good to meet you. I am now a loyal follower. All the very best. Kris.
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Thanks. Me too
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Oh how sad that she died so young. I expect she is causing chaos up there! 🙂
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That would be a “used” car, I guess.
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Reblogged this on Oyia Brown.
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Thanks so much.
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