Being Different, by Ellen Hecht (c) 2012 All rights reserved

BEING DIFFERENT

Martha’s friends had come up with the idea. They were always coming up with this kind of weird stuff. But this time, it involved their black graduation robes. Wasn’t it just like with bride’s maids’ dresses since they’d never gotten any wear out of them since graduation? Wouldn’t it be fun to put them on again and get together for a drink in the lobby of the swanky Washington, DC St. Regis Hotel? What a giggle!

None of them had kept their hats since they were flung into the air at the end of the ceremony and trampled under foot. Instead, Martha suggested they each come up with something unusual to wear with the black gowns; something totally silly and off-the-wall. Her friend Donna text messaged her that she was going to wear a ski mask from Halloween of last year. She learned on Facebook that the twins were also going to wear ski masks. Martha thought that would be brilliant and decided to do the same.

She riffled through her closet – didn’t she have one from a trip to Mammoth Mountain when she was 14? Found it. Riddled with moth holes. Oh well – she would rather do something different anyway. What’s the fun in all going dressed exactly the same.

Got it! She’d wear her prom tiara! Her friends were so kooky – she’d have to go the extra mile to be different. They shouldn’t have any trouble finding each other. After all, it was April. There were no graduations that time of year. And even if there were, no one else would be wearing their grad gowns with ski masks or tiaras! And no one else would be wearing black from head to toe!

Donna and the twins said they’d be in the lobby. Martha stepped out of the cab, adjusted the tiara and, head held high (knowing she’d get the odd stare) she pushed her shoulders back and walked from the curb to the front entrance of the hotel. The St. Regis still had a doorman. With a deadpan expression, he held the door open for her.

Martha was astonished. A sea of what must have been over a hundred black-robed women churned through the lobby. Wading into the mob of similarly garbed ladies, Martha was the only one wearing a tiara. Overwhelmed, the idea of locating her friends flew out the proverbial window. And what was going on, anyway? Had the word gotten out through Facebook Friending? Were these friends of friends of friends she didn’t even know?

But no. These were the wives of Arab businessmen, in Washington for an oil summit meeting and, sprinkled here and there throughout the lobby, there must have been dozens of black-robed nuns. The Archdiocese of Metropolitan Washington DC was hosting a conference on “The Place of Nuns in Sectarian America.”

Her friends would find her, Martha knew. After all, she was the only one wearing a tiara, not to mention the fact that the chemo had left her bald.

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THE END

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Being Different, by Ellen Hecht (c) 2012 All rights reserved

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When life would get dull, Martha could always rely on her wacky friends to come up with something odd, silly or outrageous.

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