Nancy knows why Gina never smiles. She’s got that car loan to pay.
She also knows why Helen is gaining weight; she says Helen is about to launch baby number three. Why? To keep her husband of course.
What about Pam? Have you heard from her? Yeah, I did like a while ago…she nods, sips her juice, connects to the Wi-Fi and smiles…”you won’t believe me when I tell you?”
She throws back the weave that’s clouding her vision of me and grins.
“Don’t you want to know?”
“Why did you ask then?”
“I asked about you in the beginning. You told me about Gina, Helen and Pam. How are things going on with you?”
“Great! I just managed to clear my exams last week and I was appraised for a promotion at work. But, enough about me, I have to tell you about Pam because trust me, you won’t believe a word I tell you, aki dunia hii?”
Glass cannot be ignored, not even when the light strikes it at an angle. Nancy knows what should be done when your man is not acting right. She knows whom to call when things don’t seem okay. She knows who needs a wake up call and who needs to straighten out their life.
It is how she says it that brings memories back to life. She’s never been in any of the situations that Gina, Helen and Pam are in. She’s always the observer; the light that illuminates the glass. When she reached out to cover my hand with her own, I knew two things to be true; there was something she was hiding and she was trying to tell me by speaking of her friends.
“What is it Nancy? Tell me what is really happening with you.”
“Hey, I have been talking for the past five minutes, didn’t you hear a word I said?”
“No, I am sorry I did not.”
“What is going on with you?”
Glass cannot be ignored indeed, for when it cuts, it slices the skin in a neat line, leaving traces of red. I sipped my coffee and reached out for a pen.
She smiled and then leaned back into the seat. When I lifted my head to hand her the note, I saw the waitress smiling at me. “Are you okay Miss? Would you like something else?”
“Um…no, I mean, yes…yes, I am okay, thanks.”
“No problem.” She smiled and walked back to the counter. I looked at my note and reached out for my coffee. I wondered how I was engrossed in a conversation with the one who never came.