My Last Night At 604 Kensington
(Almost)
By Andrew Figoni
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When
6 AM finally came (I slept very little that night), Lisa again
crawled into bed to wake me. It was time to get up and go back
to school. At this point, I decided to confess what I had done
(although I was still holding out in my hope that it had only
been a horrible nightmare and that I had not actually crawled
into bed with her parents).
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After telling her what had happened,
Lisa’s face lit up, her eyes filled with tears, and she
began to hysterically and uncontrollably laugh at my humiliation
and shame. I professed my utter embarrassment and declared my
intentions of never returning to her house again. The humiliation
and mortification I would face would be too great to bear. She
told me I was crazy and that I would, in fact, return. I remained
firm in my commitment to never again return to 604 Kensington
Road.
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Lisa and I hurried out of the house before
her parents rose for the day. She went to work, and I went back
to school to wallow in my shame and humiliation. Lisa called
during her lunch hour to see if I had calmed down and whether
or not I had rethought my firm commitment to never again set
foot in her house or speak with her parents again. I remained
diligent—I was not to crack. Again, she laughed.
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As a nurse, she works twelve hour shifts.
With a minimum of a half hour turn over with the oncoming nurse
and a forty-five minute commute back to Severna Park, it was
nearly fourteen hours before I found out if her parents had
been fully conscious and, therefore, remembered what I had done.
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| To my immense surprise and relief, they
had thought the entire episode was absolutely hysterical. While
out walking their dog later that day, Douglas had been making so
many jokes at my expense that Barbara nearly peed in her pants.
That night, Lisa, Barbara, and Doug all had a good forty-five minute
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| The Aldens still laugh quite often over
the entire affair. Weeks later it was the talk of the table over
the turkey at Thanksgiving dinner and still to this day, Douglas
makes fun of me over the incident. Needless to say I have been back
to the Alden residence countless times since that night and have
yet to ever confuse any bedroom upstairs again. |
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Posted on February 9, 2005.
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