RE-FRIENDED

Rebekah Dunn was Rebekah Rushton, daughter of my parents’ best friends when I was growing up. She and her Australian husband Ben live and work in Sydney. Fabulous people. Everything you’d want from a couple of strangers you meet and hang out with in a foreign country.

I’d not seen nor heard much from her since I was in middle school. She was a small child then, and remembers very little about the Friday nights her family would spend at my house. And nothing, of course, of the Disney vacation we shared when her mother was pregnant with her and got sick riding 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.

We took a photo (“to make the mothers cry”), spoke of work and family and sport and travel, planned a December meet-up in the states. We reconnected. Pre-Facebook style. On behalf of old friends.

New pages added. Sub-plot rehatched.