Margie, Where Are You?

I had a best friend in high school, Margie. I often think of her although I haven't seen her in 28 years. She was such a colorful character. She lived with her widowed, dear old Mother, Jean, and her older sisters would come and go periodically as weekly disturbances erupted in their own homes. I think they left their husbands four or five times per month. It isn't funny I know, but seemed rather comical to a couple of teenagers.

Margie was the type who always had a boyfriend. The seedy kind mostly. They always wanted something from her she shouldn't have been giving away. Margie was the favorite of most boys our own age, and too many who were much older. Looking at a certain blonde, Texan, singing celebrity on TV, she reminds me so much of dear Margie. One night she stayed at my house and one of her boyfriends arrived to pick her up for a date. She suggested that he left, right away but he wouldn't, and my Dad came out to ask me if there was a family problem since he had noticed her "uncle" arriving. We told Dad it was fine and I encouraged the man to leave since I knew Dad would have strategically placed a boot into any orifice without questions being asked first.

One on of many strange overnight stays with Margie, we found ourselves running quite late for the school bus. Margie had disappeared into the bedroom where I was headed to see what the hold up could possibly be. As I approached nearer I heard a bone chilling scream. I called to Margie to see what was wrong just as she opened the door. She was crying so hard and holding her throat. I panicked, wondering what could have happened in there. Nobody was home except ourselves and her Mum. Well, as only Margie would do, she decided her school uniform was somewhat wrinkled, especially on the collar. She had plugged in the iron and was ironing her collar when the iron rudely 'bit' her on the neck. I laughed so hard I could hardly breath, whilst poor Margie cried like a baby. I just couldn't help myself. Worse than that, our teacher got so annoyed that she had come to school sporting such a huge hickey that Margie was suspended for 3 weeks!

Now we have the internet, I have been trying to find my dear Margie, but without success to date. I wonder where she is and what she's doing?
I hope she is as happy as me...I hope she sees this article, she will know who I am!

I miss you Margie Ryan, where are you?