The woman speaking to me at the basketball game looked kind of familiar. 1 said, "Joe? Is that you?"
"Marci?"
"It's you! "she shouted, 2 broadly. "Good to see you again! "
It was good to see Marci, too. Off and on during the past few decades, I'd 3 about her. I almost tried to look for her years ago after talking to a mutual(共同的)4 who had said that the 1980s had been pretty hard for Marci. So meeting her at the 5 game was accidental.
We spent a few minutes talking about our 6 :kids and careers, husbands and houses, education and recreation. And we talked about the good old, bad old days.
Then Marci grew 7 for a moment, looking out over the crowd. "You know, Joe, "she said, "I've always wanted to tell you how sorry I am for the way I 8 you. "
I was embarrassed. "It's okay, "I said. At least, I thought to myself, not anymore.
"But I was so 9 , "she continued. "Yes, you were, "I thought. "We were both pretty young, "I said.
"I know, "she said, "but that's no 10 for. . . "She hesitated(犹豫), and then went on. "It just always bothered me, remembering how11 I was to you. And I've wanted to tell you I'm sorry. "
The smile on her face was warm and sincere. And there was 12 in her eyes —it looked a lot like relief.
"Okay, "I said. "Apology(道歉)13 ! "At the sweet moment, I reached an arm around her shoulder and gave her a quick hug. Just then, the crowd broke into a huge cheer, and Marci and I both returned our 14 to the game. By the time I looked over to where she had been, she was 15 . But the warm, wonderful feeling of our brief exchange was still there and continues to this day whenever I think about it.
