. i picked up aa car at DIA and drove straight from the airprot to the gathering in spainish hills . so many people were already at the reception that cars -okay , it was boulder , mostly suvS -lined the familiar dirt lane halfway back to south boulder road . i had to park a few hundred yards away .
the hike to the dead end of the lane wasn't pleasant inheels boulder or not , though , i wasn't about to attend a memorial service in anything else .
i spotted alan and his black lacquer haired wife on opposire sides of their new great room secionds after i'd walked in the door . the renovations they'd done made the space feel familiar yet foreign . i thought they could have benefited from a more imaginative architect and a better designer .
or maybe any designer . they actually had a pool table - with burgundly felt - in the center of the dining room .
i wearved through the crowd - the place was packed - toward the western -facing windows without turni8ng my head even a few degrees , i didn't want to be sidetracked by anyone i knew before i made it to alan . he was standing near the sliding door that led from the living room to the long deck on the montain side of the house .
my ex was facing away from me , leaning forward sligtly . he was involved in a a conversation with a woman whom i thiought i recognized but i couldn't place .
i paused behind him and waited for a few seconds . alan had always had a thing for women's scents ; i thought he might pick up mine . i gadn't canged perfumes since before we were married .
he didn't notice . i waited until a break in his conversation before i said , in a quiet voice , "hey , it's me ."
me .
the hike to the dead end of the lane wasn't pleasant inheels boulder or not , though , i wasn't about to attend a memorial service in anything else .
i spotted alan and his black lacquer haired wife on opposire sides of their new great room secionds after i'd walked in the door . the renovations they'd done made the space feel familiar yet foreign . i thought they could have benefited from a more imaginative architect and a better designer .
or maybe any designer . they actually had a pool table - with burgundly felt - in the center of the dining room .
i wearved through the crowd - the place was packed - toward the western -facing windows without turni8ng my head even a few degrees , i didn't want to be sidetracked by anyone i knew before i made it to alan . he was standing near the sliding door that led from the living room to the long deck on the montain side of the house .
my ex was facing away from me , leaning forward sligtly . he was involved in a a conversation with a woman whom i thiought i recognized but i couldn't place .
i paused behind him and waited for a few seconds . alan had always had a thing for women's scents ; i thought he might pick up mine . i gadn't canged perfumes since before we were married .
he didn't notice . i waited until a break in his conversation before i said , in a quiet voice , "hey , it's me ."
me .
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