I had two best friends in high school: a girl and a guy. I'm still in touch with them, albeit intermittently, and today I learned that my guy friend's mother passed away.
Freshman year, some pocket of water off the coast of San Diego. We're surfing choppy seas and I'm alternately excited and seasick. Tom's mom knows what she's doing. I calm down -- somewhat -- and have a hell of a memorable day.
I spent four years saying into the phone: "Hi, Mrs. Prescott, it's Allison. Is Tom there?" I can still hear her voice as she replied. I can picture the curls of her hair. Her son is one of the kindest, most decent people I've ever met. Somewhere, she is being rewarded for that.
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