Remember our friend, Neighbor Girl? (Here’s Refresher 1 & Refresher 2). Well, it saddens me to tell you that she and her family moved out of the neighborhood a couple months ago. I know, premium blog potential down the drain.
The last time she came over, I gave her some food, taught her some math and then, without any solicitation, she told me a chilling detail about herself. It went like this:
Girl (with sullen face and dramatic tone): “Carly, I have to tell you something.”
Me: “Oh, what is it?”
Girl: “I have…this problem. It’s…(head bowed)…A.D.D.”
Me: “Well, that’s okay, you’ll just have to work harder in school to make sure you do a good job.”
Girl: “I can’t believe I just told you that! I’ve never told anyone that! How did you get me to tell you my secret??
Me: “I don’t know, but it happens a lot.”
A few days later, given that I’m childless, I decided to have a child-free evening watching TV. Then my phone rang. Multiple times. Take a look for yourself:
I’ve transcribed the voice messages, but I’ll warn you that reading them isn’t the same as hearing them. Neighbor Girl needs to be an actress.
1) 8:24 PM: “Hey… Carly…where are you?! Umm, I’m here to walk your dog and you’re not answering your own door bell! Are you still at work?? Ok, bye. Call me back as soon as you get this!”
2) 8:26 PM: “Carly it’s me!!! I came here to walk your dog! WHERE ARE YOU?? Bye…”
3) 8:30 PM: “It’s me again, Carly. Please pick up. I’m here to walk your dog. Bye…”
4) 8:32 PM: “Hey, it’s me, Carly, umm, I’m by the front door and I just wanted to know….where are you? Well, bye.”
And I never saw her again, which is actually kind of sad. We had a good bond. Plus, she walked my dog for free. Maybe I’ll run into her around town and we can catch up. I’ll tell her that I’m still not married to my dad and she can tell me what trouble her older brother has gotten into lately. Just like old times.