Yesterday a friend I hadn't seen in years met with our mutual friend I see more often and gave us both relics from the past. Teresa knows Mary from College of Holy Names, 1958, and she brought her magazines from that era.
What she brought me were newer items--just 15-20 years old. Here's something I can no longer find on my computer:
Frida Kahlo Is Missing
"I'm sorry I'm late," Sesame said sweetly, coming in five minutes before the class was over. "But--"
"Your dog ate your clock?" Ms. Tilleman asked, immediately regretting being so sarcastic with such an apparently guileless student. Other students, when they came in late, looked slightly annoyed, as if they thought the teacher had her nerve starting the class on time. Or else they would make a mockery of their apology. "I'm soooooooooooo sorry!" But Sesame always sounded so sincere, so warm. It was hard to even consider the death penalty as appropriate punishment in her case.
"No," Sesame said in a tone that indicated no awareness of sarcasm. "I don't have a dog."
"I'll bet you don't have an alarm clock either," Ms. Tilleman said.
"I was interviewing someone about the Diego Rivera mural."
Ms. Tilleman refrained from asking why the interview had to take place precisely during class time and asked instead, "OH? Who did you interview?" (No one said
Whom anymore.)
"Someone named Frida Kahlo," Sesame said.
"Sesame," Ms. Tilleman said, "Frida Kahlo is dead."
"Oh!" Sesame said, but not in a way that registered "Well, I got caught in that lie" or even "How did I confuse the names?" Her "Oh!" came with a look of surprise mixed with delight, as if she were thinking, "So that was a ghost I was talking to!"
"She looked so alive," Sesame said, wandering to her desk.
Ms. Tilleman had just enough time to write the homework assignment on the board.
"Research report due."
The research was on components of the Diego Rivera Pan American Unity Mural, City College's not-quite buried treasure, in which Frida Kahlo was "Center stage"--or had been until just hours before. Sesame, who'd gotten her name from the crackers, not from the street, was on to something this time. Something remarkable had taken place the night before.
(To be continued tomorrow!)