I had tons of friends in high school – I knew everyone and they all knew me. Yeah, really, a school of about 2000 students and I knew them all. My sister graduated two years before me and whenever she goes to a reunion, she fusses at me because more people ask her about what I’m doing than ask her what she’s doing and some of them, she doesn’t even know.
Anyway, though, my best, best friend was a girl named Julie. I always called her Julie McGrulie and we had soooo much fun – all the time. She had a really awful mother and it was sometimes hard for her to get permission to do things. Her mom was unreasonable and somewhat of an ogre.
In our senior year, something happened and Julie quit coming to school and her mother wouldn’t let her come to the door or the phone. The mother flat out told me to go away and never come back. My parents loved this girl and even tried to talk to the mom – no dice. I never found out what the deal was and my friend didn’t even graduate.
When I was back in town as a practicing lawyer, one day, out of the blue, I got a call from Julie McGrulie. She worked just around the corner from me and had seen my name on the sign in front of the building. She had found a cute little dog. She still lived with her mother and the old hag wouldn’t let her keep it. She knew I loved animals and called me to see if I wanted him. I met her for lunch and took the dog. We kept up the friendship for about a year after that and then one day, she was gone again. Moved, left town. No forwarding address.
I’ll always love her and wonder where she is. It makes me very sad that she’s had such a tough row to hoe and that she won’t let anyone in to help her.
Sorry to be a bummer but the theme was our high school best friend and there it is. Great fun overshadowed by a mystery and even greater sadness.