My joyous days of living in Germany were winding down, my father was moving me against my will to America. I was outraged and completely blocked from any response - no passport, no money, no relatives (I knew of at the time) - I was stuck living with Danish Uncle (whom I loved dearly) until the move. But, oh was I hot! Uncle would just nod his head and mutter under his breath. I do not think he thought much of father, or mother for that matter either.
And, in those dark days I met someone whom changed the blackness to brilliant colors (metaphorically speaking) ... I first heard this song while she was playing 45's on her little phonograph and I thought, "Yeah, it fits ... there is some thing there ..." And, I had no clue what it was or what it meant. I needed a friend and she was that friend until the day I was dragged away.
A few years later, our paths were to cross again in South Carolina and she was about as stunned as me at how random that was! After a brief chat, a complete stranger caught my attention and said quietly, "Steer clear of that one, she gives axe murderers a bad name ..."
And, I had no clue what that meant either.
By the end of the school year, she was hauled away and institutionalized ... Everything hushed up, no way to ever know what had happened, except for the funeral for her older brother, nothing else had the same timing us kids could ferret out nor make sense of. And I had no response, no details made public, hushed whispers about that "troubled girl". How as one to respond?
Go figure that odds on how weird this is!
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