My Friend, Gene #8

My friend, Gene #8, was a divorced mother of three. She had a nice looking home in Danver, Colorado. Her ex husband and his new wife lived a block away. Gene worked with me. She was friendly, outgoing and very likable. All 10 Jean's wemt out once a month. We had a game that we played. My brother, Bill would bring a man over and introduce him, "Bob, I want you to meet Jean." Then turned to us, "Jean, I want you to meet Bob".

We would all say "Hello. Bob"

He would look at my brother and say/ "who are the rest of them."

Bill would laugh, "I just introduced you."

Then he would turn to us and say, "tell him your names".

We would all say Jean # 2,and so on around the table.

My brother never tired from this game.

Then one day, Gene # 8 came to me, she was leaving. She had all her clothes in the car already packed.

 I said, "What about the children?"

Gene # 8 said." I left a note for them to go to their father's house."

"Where are you going?"

" To Texas, I am helping my boyfriend to escape from prison/"

I said, "Do you know what you are doing?"

She hugged me and left.

To this day I have never heard from her again. Her chilfren are all grown up now.

Did it turn out "Happy or sad?" I may never know.