No. 52: Invade the colony
The day before my departure I spent the morning packing then headed off to the office for final goodbyes. Justin went easy on me and only gave me a few pages to read.
“Should we go down to the pub now?” Lauren K asked just before five pm. We all gathered our things and headed toward the door, when Andrew handed me the plastic skull I’d used during my dramatic debut at the Globe.
“Surely you’re not leaving Bonesy behind?” he asked.
“I can’t take him! His home is here.”
Andrew seemed to agree and set Bonesy back in his spot at the center of the editorial table. I walked over to my skeletal mate and placed the cowboy hat I had worn on Halloween atop his head, forgetting now how the hat had made its way into the office in the first place.
“Farewell good friend, you served me well.”
At the pub, I was toasted with rounds by Lauren and Andrew; Johnny Aziz; Sarah with the Mossad husband; Tess who gave me chocolates for my birthday once; and Justin and Zeddy.
Then one by one my friends left, and there were more people to say goodbye to than just the Scarecrow. Andrew promised to send me some sports stories to read when I get to New York, and Lauren was going to e-mail me the names of any single Jewish guys she knew in the states. Soon though, it was just Zeddy, Justin and I standing outside the pub, holding our jackets closed against the chilly summer evening.
“I have something for you,” Justin said.
“Is it Prince William’s phone number?”
“No, I’m saving that for Hanukkah...”
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