Reunion by Anthony Kane Evans

REUNION

by Anthony Kane Evans

I bumped into Paul by the zebra crossing.

“How’s it going?” I asked.

“Not too bad,” he replied, “Say, do I know you?”

“It’s Mark.”

“Mark?”

“Mark Delfont.  We were best buddies at school.”

“Sorry, can’t place you.”

“We were in Mrs David’s class for English.”

“Delfont, you say?”

I nodded.

“Sorry,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and giving me his trademark smile.

“Come off it, Paul, you must remember me!”

“Look,” he said, “I have a big turnover in friends, alright?”

“Okay, take it easy.  I guess you’re in town for the reunion?”

“Yes.”

“See you there then.”

They held the reunion in Cheetham Hall.  It always had a musty smell which hadn’t improved over the years.

“Paul, how’s it going?”

“Mick, right?”

“Mark.”

“And you say we went to the same school?”

“This school, yes …”

I found myself laughing a touch nervously.

Paul turned to Richard.

“Ricky, do you remember this guy?”

Richard looked me up and down.

“No, can’t say I do.”

“Ricky, we did Art together!”

“I can’t place you, Mick.  Still, it was, what …”

“Twenty-five years ago!” I said.

We all laughed.

Mr Hartley, our old headmaster, came over.

“Hello boys!  Now, don’t tell me.  Let me guess.  Richard and Paul, right?”

“And Mark,” I said.

“Mark?” Mr Hartley said.

“You used to wear this cloak,” I said. “And we boys used to hum the theme tune from Batman.  Drove you crazy, it did.”

“Batman?” Mr Hartley said.

“Batman?” Paul and Richard said.