In the grocery aisle, a familiar announcement came over the loudspeaker- “Will the parents of Lucy…” A beautifully coiffed, silver-haired lady opened her mouth and gave a full throated laugh, and looking at me- a perfect stranger- told me her story –
Years ago, her son (now 45) got lost in Rodman’s. I knew just where she meant- an old two level store tucked into an office building. We all love Rodman’s warren of aisles because they cram in everything from wheelchairs to wine. Her little brown-haired boy, she gestured to show a small child’s low head, got lost from them while exploring the store. The ubiquitous announcement came on- “Will the parents of Amy…”
She was laughing. I said, “Amy, that’s you?” “No,” she said, “Amy was the little girl he was so smitten with at the time. We knew right away it was him!”
I laughed with her as I imagined the lost little boy, upon being asked his name, answering with Amy!
Ah, how our identities become linked with those of our beloved…