My cousin Ada is ten months older than me. During several of our grade school years, she lived four blocks away from me with our grandparents, and right across the trolley tracks from our elementary school, Oakmont School. We went to 3rd, 4th and 5th grade together in that school. Then my grandfather retired, and they all moved to Luray, Virginia.
Recently our friend Cyrice invited us to meet her at a new coffee shop, HyperSlow, a few blocks from where we live. This being Los Angeles, the coffee shop is also a yoga and meditation studio.
Cyrice introduced us to one of the owners named Emily. We met and chatted for a few minutes. Then, I remembered the first “Emily" in my life.
After Ada moved to Luray, her best friend, Emily Menefee, lived down the street. We always went down to Virginia for a few weeks in the summer, my mother and me and my brother. Once summer when we were there (I was probably about 12), Ada and I went down the street to play with Emily at her house. She lived in a very large house with a very large front yard.
We were playing a game at a card table, I think it was Monopoly, or maybe a card name game. Emily Menefee started playing “footsie" with me under the card table. She must have instigated it. I've always been awkward with girls (and women).
Remembering all this, I wrote to Ada and told her of this recollection. She emailed back and said, humorously, that she was surprised to hear I was playing footsie with her best friend. I replied and asked her if she knew whatever happened to Emily Menifee.
Ada responded. Emily Menefee married a pediatrician, and moved to Richmond Virginia.
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