Marco played center on the Water Polo Team. He drank all the
milk from his cereal bowl. He twice fell asleep at an airport and missed his
plane. When he stumbled into my office he was bleeding profusely.
Miss Worman…
He had taken off his shirt to press to his skull. Blood
rolled down his forearm. He went to pull
the red stained shirt and I diverted his easy energy to a chair.
…a few of us were messing around. I’m sorry.
I don’t know why he was apologizing. I had never met him
before. It wasn’t until years later when he started dating my daughter Margo.
Perhaps he was pre-apologizing.
As a teenage couple Margo and Marco were adorably mismatched
in size.
