The reunion? Okay, I guess: my Marana classmates convened at Elizabeth’s ranch-ette a heck of a long drive outside Tucson. We enjoyed Mutt’s kielbasas and Sandra’s chocolate cake, and listened to Alan’s Motown CD he made for our 50th.
Around seven, dusk fell on E’s desert patio at the edge of the Ocotillo trees. Lizards and cactus bats came out. Talk turned to Billy K, our rancher schoolmate. Never liked him much, someone said.
Over Cheetos and Pinot Gris, we debated whether Billy deserved to be shot three times by his foreman last week. A good time was had by all.