Perfect Timing(3)

By: Brenda Jackson



Maxi nodded. And that was one of the main reasons she didn’t want to go. Five years ago she had attended her five-year reunion   with Jason, as an engaged couple. Although she had gotten over losing him, she didn’t want people who didn’t know about his death to open old wounds by asking her about him. “I’ll keep that in mind, but I know you didn’t summon me here to talk about my high school class reunion  .”

“No, I didn’t.” Dr. Frazier took a seat across from her. “The results of your tests came back.” He opened the chart he held in his hand. “I’m sorry to inform you that the medication I placed you on isn’t working like I had hoped, and there’s no other alternative now but surgery.”

Maxi took in a deep breath. “Which means if I want a child I need to get pregnant before the surgery.” It was a statement and not a question. She bowed her head. It had always been her dream to have children. But then she’d always wanted a husband too. Now it seemed that both were lost to her forever. “Is there any chance the test results are incorrect?” she asked, knowing she was pulling at straws but pulled at them anyway.

“No, Maxi, I’m sorry, but then deep down I think you knew surgery would have to be the answer, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” She tried smiling. “But a girl can have hope, can’t she?”

“Yes, she can.” For the longest time he didn’t say anything else but continued to look at her with concern on his face. “I still think you should consider going on that cruise. Being around old friends will do you good.”

Not if I have to put up with them pulling pictures out of their purses and wallets, displaying their perfect families, she thought. After ten years most were heavily involved in careers and families. More than likely they would want to talk about both. Although she had the career she’d always wanted, she didn’t have the family she’d always dreamed about having.

She stood. “I’ll think about it,” she said, knowing deep down that she probably wouldn’t. She checked her watch. “I’d better go. I’m sure it’s been a long day for you. Thanks for everything, Dr. Frazier. You will be the one doing the surgery, won’t you?”

“Yes, if you decide to do it.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Not if you want to be completely well.”

“Then I guess that’s that. But, I want to put off the surgery for as long as I can.”

“All right, but if you begin having problems I want you to rethink that decision. Your monthly cramps will only continue to get worse until the matter is taken care of.”

Maxi nodded. “I’ll be in touch, Dr. Frazier.” She walked out of his office thinking that somehow she would deal with what lay ahead. Somehow she would find the strength to do so.



Later that evening after enjoying a quiet dinner alone, Maxi went through her closets in search of her high school yearbook. Her conversation with Dr. Frazier had made her think about her former classmates. Many of them had moved away after graduation to attend college, never returning except for occasional visits. Out of a class of over two hundred students, only half of them still made Savannah their home. Although she had left to attend Howard University in Washington, she had returned to the historic coastal town that she loved.

She flipped a few pages of the yearbook, most of them now yellow with age, and checked the section where all the seniors’ pictures were. She studied the pictures. The class of 1992 had graduated students who were now doctors, lawyers, federal judges…there was even a movie star or two in the group, as well as a few living the life of crime. She knew for a fact that George Buford was in jail for armed robbery. At one time he had made the FBI’s most wanted list for robbing more than fifteen banks.

Maxi turned to her senior picture and smiled, grateful the hairstyle she had worn back then was no longer stylish. Her gaze then moved to the photo of the young man next to her—Christopher Chandler. She’d had a big-time crush on him during their entire senior year. Because they’d had the same last name it seemed they had always been in some of the same classes throughout their entire twelve years of school. He had come from an area of town that some considered ghettoville and was always known for getting into trouble. Rebellious, wild, and filled with anger and bitterness because of how society had treated him, Christopher had taken pleasure in being the town’s bad boy. Raised by a mother with a reputation of sleeping around, who had enrolled him in school two years later than she should have and only after the school officials had threatened her with legal actions, he had barely made the grades to graduate. She couldn’t help but recall the scandal that swept through Savannah during their senior year of school involving Christopher’s mother and the city’s mayor. To this day Maxi believed the reason their science teacher, Mr. Thompson, who’d for some reason had taken a liking to the rebellious Chandler, had teamed him up with her for their science project was because he had known Christopher’s hidden potential. And giving him something to do that required a lot of concentration would take his mind off what was being exposed in the newspaper about the high profile affair. The project had taken first place at the Science Fair. Christopher had surprised even her with his hard work and dedication to the project. And she had found out something about him during the six weeks they had worked closely together on the project. It had been something the other students and some of the teachers had not known, and probably never discovered. Underneath his undisciplined bad boy exterior, Christopher had a brilliant mind. It wouldn’t surprise her if the boy who’d been voted “least likely to succeed” had become a success. It would serve them all right, those who had snubbed him and had considered him nothing more than a thug. Although his name had come up at the last class reunion  , no one had heard anything about him since the day he left town after graduation. His mother had committed suicide a week before graduation and he claimed when he left that he would never return to Savannah.

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