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Continuing with Chapter Five  of  my Swiss boarding school memoir.

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Preamble – Second semester, Jan. – Apr., 1969:  My friend Judy had a new roommate…

Gradually, as winter turned to spring, I noticed that both Judy and her brother had become more distant.   This was disturbing, given our previous closeness.  Julie, the new roommate was always scowling at me and  whispering in Judy’s ear when I was around.  During outings and field trips, I found myself with Vivian, Jennifer and others more and more, because Judy, Serge, Julie and Vaughan had formed their own little clique.

Our house had a huge communal bathroom on the ground floor, (not exactly luxurious accommodations), and I was alone in there one night, shaving my legs.  Suddenly, the  strains of  ”Paint it Black” by the Rolling Stones could be heard from outside.  I opened the window and there stood  a tall blonde apparition, holding a portable radio.  It was Rolf, Marie Luise’s boyfriend, with a couple of cronies.  Much to my delight, Vaughan was one of them.


Marie Luise showed up then and we all had a nice visit, through the bars.   Those constricting bars!  Sigh….

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Canine Innkeeper in suburban Toronto, Canada, known as “The Doglady”. Writer/website owner, photographer, animal lover, music fanatic, inveterate traveller. History, literature and cinema buff. Eternal “hippie/rockchick”. Binational, German/Canadian and multilingual. Looking for the next adventure!

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24 thoughts on “#8Sunday WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS, JAN. 26/14

  1. Aww, too bad about Judy and her brother; even though that does happen (even among adults!) you can’t help feeling the loss. I bet it helped just a little that Vaughan showed up! Great read, as always.