Edelyn and Me.

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Where did the forty years go? No matter, when we met again, it was just like yesterday, at a convent grounds of the Sierra Madre foothills. Edelyn was back from America, for two Ruby reunions. Busy with her tight fortnight sked, she indulged me lunch, a four hour hilarious chat. A tete a tete of classmates and friends from a world warm and zestful, youthful and charming. Well, we discovered not much differed after a span of four decades. Edelyn was as svelte and graceful, frank and full of life.There was a no holds barred in a conversation intimate, melancholic, and yet, happy and fulfilled. That was what I did not envision that time long past. We are who we are.