Fran

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I found Fran, my buddy and closest of college friends, sitting with a worried look on her face at one of the quadrangle outdoor benches.  Her used-to-be short wavy hair was no longer there; she instead sported a long straight hair, a style I did not imagine she preferred.  I reckon time allowed for changes, in the same way her curvy slim figure had evolved into bulgy, weighty, fleshy stature.  I was saddened to see her in that unhealthy-looking figure.  I thought a body like that spelled out either lack of care or serious health challenges.  Enough musing on what was and what is, I told myself.  The moment she and I locked recognition of one and the other, excitement over our seeing each other in flesh took over with gusto.  We wrapped ourselves in one another's arms and cried our best tears of joy.  Reunion, after a thirty-year absence, was overwhelmingly sweet and packed-full of mixed emotions!