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I thought that I was fearless until the piece of paper that every sane adult over forty dreads arrived in my mailbox on a June afternoon: the invitation to my thirtieth high school class reunion

PURPLE TIGERS, CLASS OF 1971 IT'S REUNION TIME date: friday, august 25 time: 7:00 p.m. until place: the imperial arms be there or be square rsvp to darla martin-gilmore by august 5 we look forward to seeing YOU

Damn it I said to myself, fingering the white envelope trimmed in purple. I wondered if the French Foreign Legion was still in existence. I hadn't used my high school French in over twenty years but there were refresher courses. Maybe it wasn’t too late to join the Witness Protection Program.

Why, for God's sake, the Imperial Arms? It had seen better days. Like forty years ago. And the buffet wasn’t that good even then.

You have some choices, my conscience advised. You can kill yourself now or mark the envelope Addressee Unknown and drop it into the mailbox . . . or you could go.

Oh grow up, I answered back. What's wrong with suicide?

I would be fifty in a couple of years so I figured there weren't many things left in the world that could really scare me. After all, I was on my second marriage. I was not afraid of the dark-I outgrew that when I was four. I will admit that I am the only mom who sits at the bottom of the bleachers at my son's football games. Heights make me queasy. And yes, cancer and Alzheimer's worry me. So I eat broccoli and do crossword puzzles to keep the gray cells from getting squishy. But other than that, I thought I was fearless. But there’s nothing like the invitation to your thirtieth high school reunion to put ice cubes in your intestines.

Maybe I could run away from home.

Hey What's up? My son, Keith, or Jaws as we call him because of his feeding habits, joined me in the hallway. He was chomping on an apple, talking with his mouth full, and holding a jar of peanut butter in one hand. Life was normal.

What's with the psychedelic envelope? he asked, with a burst of laughter in his voice. Bits of apple went everywhere.

“High school reunion, I answered. And clean up that mess ”

“Ho, ho How many years is it, Mom? Thirty-five? Forty?”

Thirty, thank you. Get it right, I retorted.

“You're old.”

“If you don’t watch it, I’ll stop feeding you, I warned him.

Purple Tigers? Oh, this ought to be good. You old-school fogies limping around the dance floor to Al Green . . .”

No, the Temptations, Sly and the Family Stone, Earth, Wind and Fire, I countered. I was remembering the wonderful music. “And there isn't anything ‘old school' about it. It’s just real music where people actually play the instruments. You know, musical instruments? Saxophones, trumpets, guitars?

Keith shook his head and took another monstrous bite.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. You're going, right? He patted me on the top of my head.

One of the lovely things about having a nearly grown son is that when he gets to be taller than you are, he treats you like an armrest.

Go away, shoo, I said, pushing his two-hu

Synopsis:

Chronicles the friendship of four women from fifth grade to their thirtieth high school reunion, and touches upon their shared experiences dealing with the deaths of relatives, teen pregnancy, and eating disorders.

Synopsis:

I thought that I was fearless until the piece of paper that every sane adult over forty dreads arrived in my mailbox on a June afternoon: the invitation to my thirtieth high school class reunion

PURPLE TIGERS, CLASS OF 1971 IT'S REUNIO

Product Details

ISBN:
9780307528223
Subtitle:
A Novel
Publisher:
Random House Publishing Group
Author:
Williams, Sheila
Author:
Sheila Williams
Subject:
Fiction : General
Subject:
General
Subject:
Female friendship
Subject:
Reunions
Subject:
African-American women
Subject:
General Fiction
Subject:
Literature-A to Z
Subject:
main_subject
Subject:
all_subjects
Publication Date:
20060725
Binding:
ELECTRONIC
Language:
English
Pages:
290

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"Synopsis" by , Chronicles the friendship of four women from fifth grade to their thirtieth high school reunion, and touches upon their shared experiences dealing with the deaths of relatives, teen pregnancy, and eating disorders.
"Synopsis" by , I thought that I was fearless until the piece of paper that every sane adult over forty dreads arrived in my mailbox on a June afternoon: the invitation to my thirtieth high school class reunion

PURPLE TIGERS, CLASS OF 1971 IT'S REUNIO

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