Grannies

I know how much grannies meant for you to be at mine." Kelly didn't seem to want to discuss grannies further, so we left the cafeteria and went our separate ways. At home I got on the phone to Cathy and explained the situation. I told her that Judy was giving every indication that she was going to keep Kelly and me as far apart as she could, and I asked her point blank if she had any similar thoughts or plans. I was truly in panic mode, and I probably said some things I shouldn't have. I've often wondered what I'd have done if her answer had been in the affirmative. I really wanted this thing to work now, we were really into being "normal!" But I still couldn't stand the prospect of being away from Kelly forever. But Cathy assured me that she understood, that she wouldn't dream of separating us like that. So the plans went forward. Have you ever done something, I mean something really important, and realized a short time later that you've screwed up, and bad? I don't mean things like answering a question incorrectly in class when you know the correct answer, I mean BIG things, like hanging by a rope 10 stories up and cutting the rope. Like driving a car at high speed on a frozen lake only to drive around a point of land and finding yourself heading directly for open water. I've done grannies many times, and I suspect most people have at one time or another in their lives. I call these mistakes "Oh Shit" incidents. I think I did a major "Oh Shit" in 1963; one that would once more change my life forever. I got married! My marriage to Cathy was to take place in September. I had limited time, so we had arranged that we would do grannies all in the space of a week. I arrived from Montreal on Monday night.