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My Favorite Valentine
by Chuck Thompson
永驻我心的情人节if not for one extenuating factor: my older brother, Mike.Pawing through my dreer that evening, he stumbled upon the envelope.Now Mike was a sixth-grader, given to the sort of cruelty that earns big brothers bad reputations.He showed Lori's card to Ted and some other kids in the neighborhood.The commotion that ensued mortified Lori and me, and pretty much crushed any major developments in this early love.Then my father announced that we would be moving to, of all places, Alaska.It seemed a rather severe place to be exiled from the summery smile of Lori.I suggested that I stay behind and live in an orphanage.But in the end there was little I could do.At school Mi Lockhart organized a good-bye party.All I could do was stare at Lori-who, for the first time since Valentine's day, stared back at me with great liquid eyes.On the bus Lori sat next to me and clasped my hand the entire way home.At my door I searched for words to describe the terrific bursting in my chest.“Well,” I finally managed, “bye.”
Lori kied me on the cheek and darted acro the street.Just like that, she was gone.It had croed my mind more than once that a search for a fourth-grade sweetheart does not indicate an entirely level mind.But where there had once been romance, I had faith that some feeling remained.I was determined to travel to wherever the winds of fate had taken her, and then...who knows?
Phone calls to the old school and past acquaintances turned up nothing.Then a lawyer suggested a company that locates hard-to-find individuals.Within an hour of my call, the company had tracked Lori.Until then, my pursuit had been half based on whimsical fantasy, but the addre was a frighteningly real piece of information.Do I really want to do this? Is it worth risking one of my most sacrosanct memories for disappointment? But it would be stupid to finally get this close to Lori and then stand on the precipice, forever wondering.“Dear Lori,” my letter began, “I hope you haven't forgotten me.” An entire afternoon was spent on that letter.I mailed it for overnight delivery.The phone rang the next morning.“Of course I remember!” the voice began.“Lori?”
“You had a dog named Walter.”
“Yeah.”
“You wore an Oakland Raiders jacket to school every day, even when it was too warm for a jacket.”
“Yeah.”
“You slugged a kid at the bus stop once for making fun of me when I had the chickenpox.” “Lori.”
“Hey, stranger!”
We talked for an hour and laughed about what jerks our brothers were to us.Somewhere in the conversation she got around to her job and her husband and her two sons.I reviewed the high points of my life, and she seemed genuinely interested.She agreed to meet me at a restaurant the following week.“You are Mr.Thompson?” asked the waiter at the restaurant.I nod.“A meage from Lori.With regret she will be one hour late.”
Lori's tardine comes as something of a reprieve.My stomach has been in knots all day, and it might be good to have a few moments to collect myself.Outside, I walk around the block, inventing a hundred explanations for Lori's delay: she had to work late.Could not find a sitter.A row with her husband, an insane rage-a-holic who has vowed to crush my spleen.At once I am overtaken with a great epiphany: I don't need to go through with this to satisfy my curiosity about what might have been.I've known all along what I needed to know about Lori.Nobody wants to find that two decades have muddied whatever connection there once might have been, not made it more heroic.That may be what life is all about, but it's not what fourth-grade love affairs are about.Not far from the restaurant, I find a stationery store and buy paper, envelopes, white glue and glitter.Sitting on a stoop, I write:
Lori，I'm sure we would have had a wonderful time tonight, but all I really wanted to do was say thanks for that Valentine card you gave me a lone time ago.It may feel like a small gesture to you, but those are the gifts that sum up everything that is good in the world.I will never forget you for it.Yours, Chuck I spell out Lori's name in glue acro the big red envelope, sprinkle gold glitter over it and wait for it to dry.Back at the restaurant, I seal the envelope with the most innocent ki I can manage, place the card on our table and walk quietly out the door.
