Word After Word

I saw Tee again. (If you read post  How Did You Know It Was Me, below, this will make more sense.)

I was at the airport, coming home Sunday night from the Five Perfect Days. I walked up the jetway and at the end, there was my friend Tee, holding two balloons, each bearing the motto:

Her curly telephone cord hair, her cute self, scanning the crowd—she didn’t seem to see it was me. I went up to her, full throttle, pretending I was thrilled she’d gotten me Mo balloons. I was going to hug her when she snarled.

And looked away. This not-Tee person, waiting for the real Mo, acted huffy and weirded out as if I was the weird one. I am not the person with Mo balloons, I wanted to shout.  

(Once, I did encounter Tee at the airport, on a plane, actually, and I didn’t recognize her, but she told me it was her. I think my brain was hot-wired at that point to quickly identify Tee-like-beings at the airport as

When I told Tee the story she said, “They say everyone has a twin somewhere in the world.”

In the face blind world, everyone has sixty thousand nine hundred gazillion twins.