We met in 1961, in February as I recall. The glamorous, dark-haired young woman from Sorel and her beautiful blonde sister arrived at our sedate high school and nothing was ever the same again. My best friend then and now. We are so different, but so much similar. Scorpio and Libra. Hub and Jess share the same birthday, which was a tremendously good omen. Sure, she wore the dull grey pleated uniform and ugly maroon blazer that we had, but my God, I can still remember her style and confidence.She was one of the few people I know who could stare down the nuns. Her hair secured in that saucy French roll looked sexy instead of demure. Pale pink lipstick. Snapping dark eyes and…

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