TELL ME A STORY

“I’m not sure I ever told you how I met your your Mom.  It was at. . .? “

Pause

“Denison.”

“. . At Denison. Yes. At a Phi Delt Mixer. And. . .?”

Pause

“You were the social chairman.”

“I was the social chairman. So, I was in charge.“

“That’s my Dad.”

“Did I ever tell you how I met your mom?”

“No, you didn’t. Tell me.“

“I was the Phi Delt social chairman. I was in charge. There was a party. It was my party. And I was in charge“

“I bet you were.”

“And there were all of these women. Beautiful women. They were from the best sororities.

Kappas. And Tri Delts. Nothing but the best for my boys!“

” And then you saw?”

“I saw her. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.“

“But. . .”

“But. . . I was afraid.”

“Why were you afraid? You were in charge.”

“Silly girl. I was in charge of everything except the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. You should understand. You look a lot like her.“

“Do I?”

“You have her eyes. They sparkle when you smile. Your smile. . .”

“Yes.”

“It reminds me of her.”

“I’m flattered.”

“You should be. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.“

“So, you say.”

“Her name was Helen.”

“That’s a beautiful name.“

“But she was so much more than beautiful.”

“How so?”

“She was so kind. Everyone she talked to believed they were the most important person in the world. She made everyone feel so special.“

“You OK, Dad?”

“Tired. I’ll take a little nap now. It was very nice to meet you. Tell me your name again. My memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Helen.”

“That’s a beautiful name.”