remember the time

“Did Serge come?”
“No. It’s his anniversary with his girlfriend.”

“Do people really celebrate dating anniversaries?” I mumbled it, but I couldn’t help saying it.
“Yeah. I guess,” I think only Ted heard.
“But how do you know when you’re gonna need to remember it? I mean, do you know when ours would be? . . . Oh. . . Easter. . . .”
“April 12.”
“You remember?”
“I had a thing that day.”
“Well, it’s the same day as my anniversary with my high school boyfriend. So I can remember it now.”
“I’m glad it was me you met that day.”
“Why?”
“ I don’t know. You might have ended up with someone else.”

~beatrix