High school, those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that. ~UNCLE FRANK (Steve Carrell), Little Miss Sunshine
Every parting gives a foretaste of death as every reunion a hint of the resurrection. ~ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER
Maybe one day I can have a reunion with myself. ~SEBASTIAN BACH
For Phyllis Florin and Marianne Quasha<
Dorothy Shauman Ledbetter Shauman is standing in front of the bathroom mirror in her black half-slip and black push-up bra, auditioning a look. Her fortieth high school reunion, the last one, is one week away, and she’s trying to decide whether or not to draw a beauty mark above her lip for the occasion. It wouldn’t be entirely false; she does have a mole there, but it’s faint, hard to see. She just wants to enhance what already exists, nothing wrong with that; it’s de rigueur if you’re a woman, and it’s becoming more common in men, too. Wrong as that is. Dorothy would never have anything to do with a man who wore makeup or dyed his hair or carried a purse or wore support hose or cried or did any of those womanly things men are appropriating as though it’s their god-given right. No. She prefers an all-American, red-blooded male who is not a jerk. They’re hard to find, but she holds out hope that she will have some sort of meaningful relationship with one before she’s six feet under.
Dorothy laughs and tucks one of Jill's golden curls behind her ear. She thinks of the afternoon hours before them. They'll read books. They'll play grocery store. Also, Dorothy will offer Jill the new puzzle she bought for her the other day, she'll spread it out on the floor and remember not to put it together herself. Hilly has pointedly reminded Dorothy of this more than once. "Mom," she has said. "You have to let Jill do it. Let her make mistakes; let her get frustrated; that's how she'll learn." So Dorothy will do that. When she puts the puzzle pieces out, she'll remember to sit back and just watch, trusting that things will, in their own time and in their own way, come quite satisfactorily together.
To each of the men and women in "The last time I saw you", this reunion means something different. A last opportunity to say something long left unsaid, an escape from the bleaker realities of everyday life, a means to save a marriage on the rocks, or an opportunity to bond with a slightly estranged daughter, if only over what her mother should wear.… (more)