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THE ENCOUNTER
"Moma! There's a man at the door."

"Who is it"?

"He said his name is Gerry."

When Vern got to the door, she couldn't believe her eyes. Why, it was Gerry Minyard. She and Monty hadn't seen him in over 10 years, and she knew when Monty found out that Gerry was here he would be delighted. She also knew that now that Gerry had shown up at their door after so many years, it meant the end of their plan to leave for San Francisco that evening. But she didn't mind. She loved seeing Gerry, and she couldn't wait to see Monty's face when he found out he was here.

"Gerry! How are you? We thought the world had swallowed you up."

Gerry just sort'a smiled and said, "you know, you wouldn't have been too far off. You know how I am, here a day, there a day, never in any one place too long."

" Well, I gotta tell you, Gerry, you are the last person that we thought we would see out here. Just before we moved here to Covina, Monty tried to find you to give you our new address, but they told him that you had quit United and had left town."

"Yeah, I got tired of staying in one place, and after Monty left United to go to work at Rockwell, I ran out of Liberals to argue with, so I got bored and left."

Vern laughed as she said, "Yeah, I can see how that would really be a hardship on you, Gerry."
"Have a seat, Gerry. I know I don't have to tell you to make yourself at home, you're like family, so this is your home. Let me get you a beer."

"That sounds good, Vern. Where's the big shot?"

"He's in the shower..."

At just that moment Monty yelled from the bathroom. "Vern! what time does the plane leave?"
Vern put her fingers to her lips warning Gerry not to say anything. She wanted to surprise Monty.

"We're on Trans Western flight 301. It leaves LAX at 6pm."

Monty walked into the living room wearing slacks and a T-shirt, but he had a towel over his head drying his hair, so he didn't see Gerry. "Baby, I can't wait to show you this little place on the Wharf..."
Then Gerry said, "and I can't wait to see it, darlin'."
Even before he brought the towel down, Monty was yelling out Gerry's name. "Gerry, Gerry, GERRY! How the hell are you man?"
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