One day a few weeks later, I met my boss' daughter, Allison. She was a freshman in college, busy in. the study of chemistry, a field I would have never considered venturing into. I would be afraid I'd mix the wrong ingredients and blow up something. My high school chemistry teacher probably still tells his students the story of how I somehow accidentally caused a fire in the chemistry lab. I will never tell the story myself, as I am. still trying to forget it.
I admire Allison for going into a field I'd never dare try. She sounded pretty smart from all I'd heard about her from my boss. But she rarely stopped by. To be honest, I don't think I ever saw her drop by until today.
I guess she had an important mission: to ask her father for money.
I noted that Allison could plead her case very well.
I was jealous of her talent. My father would rarely give anything in response to my pleas. But she came out of his office with a couple of twenties, and a big smile.
"Thanks, Dad," she said, on the way out of his office.
He said Allison told him it was for college textbooks.
I think she just wanted new clothes. I don't know how, but I just knew.
"Got a man you want to impress?" I asked quietly as she passed my desk.
"How did you know?" she asked, seemingly surprised at my instinct, but apparently not annoyed by it.
"I can't explain it. I just knew," I said, wondering if she now thought I was psychic, which of course I didn't believe in.
She flipped back her blonde hair, which was the same approximate length and color as mine. "I can't help it. He's just the greatest man I've ever met, but he doesn't know I exist," she confessed.
We chatted for a few minutes about how her dream guy was great at everything, except perhaps about not knowing how she feels about him.
"Men are so-o-o blind," we said, in unison, looking at each other a little surprised.
"You're not some relative of mine that I've never met, are you?" she asked, trying to guess how or why we think so much alike.
I took a second look at her and observed that we had the same type nose, and other similar features. We also seemed to think alike. These were all mere coincidences, of course, but it made us think a little bit in an attempt to rationalize these things.
"No, not related, I don't think. Well, maybe long lost relatives," I said, lightly.
"Maybe long-lost sisters," she replied, and with that, waved goodbye, saying she was in a hurry-probably to go shopping I realized. The silence lasted for a few minutes. In that time, the few doubts I always had about my childhood surfaced.
