He wondered what the cute girl with the cute butt would look like after fifty years, but she died before he could

see.  He guessed it wouldn’t have been good if she were able to make it to the reunion.  She had a disease

of the pituitary gland that left her divorced from her Ivy League professor husband, living with her younger son

in Tucson, Arizona, doing needle-point and looking like a female version of the Hunchback of Notre Dame with a

hairy moon face. One day, she got out of bed, fell over and died. He had had his own sorrows but hearing that

just left him with his head shaking even after a few old classmates at the reunion didn’t recognize him after he

gained a few pounds and lost hair. He looks in the mirror and sometimes sees a hairy moon face before shaving. 

Once in a while, he still dreams about the cute girl and her cute butt.