THE ANNUAL DINNER

by W. G. Schrader



 
JULY 2007 #3
   

 

“Oh, yes indeed,” Bertha replied. “That was the day we had wandered too far into the woods and had lost our way temporarily. She would have done well to have shared with us.”
“What do you think,” Aggie grinned impishly, “if we went back there today, would she still be up in that tree barking like a dog?”
Bertha was laughing so hard that tears came to her eyes.
“And remember once when we were young, Terrence Smott asked you to the town dance? You had agreed to go but had misgivings about it, knowing his reputation.”
“Indeed,” Bertha tittered. “He was truly a scamp in gentleman’s clothing. Why, we hadn’t even reached the dance before he was grabbing and feeling all over me.”
“Remember what you did?”
The picture then came to Bertha of the expression on the face of young Terrence Smott as his features began to change into those of a young boar. Additional transformation followed and produced a grayish-black colored body with coarse bristly hair and short stubby little legs.
“Don’t you wonder,” Aggie giggled.“what the people in the town thought when they found that little boar wandering around with Terrence’s clothes on?”

“You warned me,” Bertha said. “You said he would be a bore, but you never told me what kind.”
Anecdote after anecdote followed, the two of them doubled over with laughter, their sides aching with the joy of their memories.
“I do think,” Aggie said after a while, “that we had better start thinking about getting some rest. Tomorrow is the thirtieth and you know what comes after that?”
“True,” Bertha sighed. “The old saying has never been more apropos. ”Time flies when you’re having someone.”
“The saying goes,” Aggie scolded. “Time flies when you’re having fun, not having someone, you silly goose.”
Holding hands as they did when youngsters, Aggie and Bertha knelt at their bedside and chanted prayers to their Lord and Master, thanking Him for all the blessings He had bestowed upon them through their long lives. Bertha made a special point of thanking Him for giving her Aggie as a friend and Aggie in turn made a special effort to thank Him for bringing Bertha to her side. She emphasized the difficulty she would have had without her.
“Good night, Aggie,” Bertha said as she finished.


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