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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 129
missed. It can be a little bit saddening, all these years later, to look back on what
might‟ve been. And wonder.
Mary lived over on Pine Street, only a block or two south of the MSB. She was a
pretty girl. Maybe I thought she was prettier than some other guys did. If I did, it was
because of what she showed me from inside. Her persona.
Mary was simply a damned nice person, and she made no extra effort to be that
way. It was just Mary being Mary. As I recall it, she was sort of small. The way I like
„em. I doubt she was over five-four, one-ten, tops, if that. Pretty dark hair, close enough
to black to call it that, with beautiful dark eyes. Funny, isn‟t it, how a guy can remember
something like that forty-five years later?
I know I asked to see her, and she said okay. I went to her house a few times, but
not enough, it seems. We were young. I was only fifteen, if memory serves me, making
her fourteen.
Oh, and for that guy who did get her? She‟s just about to turn thirty-eight. Mary
doesn‟t age as fast as most girls. Oh, by the way, mister? There ain‟t even a snowball‟s
chance in hell you‟ll ever truly deserve that woman, so be damned nice to her. Make sure
she lets you stay in her life. I know from experience how much fun it isn’t to be gone
from it.
We went for a few walks, held hands, and I think we kissed a couple times. For
the guy who got her? She never let me touch her anyplace else. Damn it!
For some reason, I thought of her often, even after we stopped going for walks.
Even while we were both still students, although she did that longer than I did. Because
of something I‟ll explain soon, I became an HSDO.
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