Friday, June 28, 2013
She was ............
14 years young. During afternoon classes she would occasionally turn around and look out the window and notice that an older boy was hanging out of a window of a neighbouring building. Attention from a boy at that age provoked something to talk about with the girlfriends. He was a boy that did not attend High School. She had never spoken with him but she knew which family lived above the butcher shop behind the school.
One late afternoon she was on her way up the hill through the woods towards the little 'Marien' chapel. She liked taking Lilac there during the month of May. She does not remember where the boy from the window crossed her path.
They walked together on the shortcut trail and talked about things now forgotten. He asked her if she was a virgin. A virgin? She did not know what he meant by that. Is he asking that because he sees her at church and church related events? She does not remember what she answered, if anything. He did ask a few times. They reached a bench and sat down for a while. He was tall and strong and the bench was hard. When they got up he was no longer interested in the answer to the virgin question. She never saw him at the window again nor anywhere else. She stopped going to confession from then on but continued to
take flowers to the chapel during the summer months.
Today, 63 years later, her best friend of times long gone tells her that his name was such and such, that he took care of his sick wife for many years and that he passed away 2 years ago and that she never thought that he was such a 'Scheisskerle' (shithead).