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October 3, 2007

Wednesday

It's a case of mistaken identity.

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Joanna was pretty and stacked and everything about her was wrong. Mattie was yellows and blonds like fallow fields or dry stalks of wheat pushing up through old train tracks, but Jo was dark hair shining red and curvy like a Coke bottle. Mattie was the kind of girl you’d marry one day and then never do anything else with, but you figured with a girl named Jo you had to get it all in now before everything burned out. Mattie made all kinds of sense; Joanna made me crazy. Years later I still catch myself almost calling Mattie “Jo.”

Posted by: Christopher Cocca at October 3, 2007 2:41 PM · Permalink

In 1953, I found out I had an older brother. Over a casual cup of tea, my mother told me of little "Jackie", born out of wedlock and given away due to small town pressures.

My search for Jackie had me entering a dive in Miami where he once tended bar. One quick look by a drunken ex-fling of his found my unshaven face on the receiving end of a hard slap.
Thirty minutes later, I'm in her bedroom doing a little more "research" and wondering if Jackie would do the same for me.

I feel closer to him already.

Posted by: Rick at October 3, 2007 6:32 PM · Permalink