A different Diane 165 x 365

Diane and I worked together for a couple of years. She’d moved around a lot – her husband worked for the VOA. For a while she and I tried, unsuccessfully, to tame Don. Then Don was fired, I chose to telecommute and Diane moved to Manila. Were we really even there?

Comments

Otter said…
Wow! Great last sentence, been there.
2/26/07, 11:29 AM
Helen said…
Some parts of the past do seem very unreal, don't they?
2/27/07, 7:23 AM
Mali said…
I loved that. Both the last line, and trying to "tame" someone
2/27/07, 9:50 PM
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