speaking of a devil

I ran into Mr. Hot and Cold. I was at Tim Horton's and thought, "Speak of..." I said. "Are you Mr. Hot and Cold?" No, I didn't say that. I asked if he was who he is. I've seen him several times over the years and subbed in his school building, where he pointed his finger at the problem class I was in and said, while pointing, shaking his finger, "You be quiet." I asked him if he knew who I was and I was finishing my letter to Ellen (DeGeneres) and had my name there, and he said, "Cindy Taylor." I said he was right and he said he looked at what I was writing.

I thought he made a connection but now wonder.

I said I had written a book and he asked if it was published. I said I was working on it. I said I wrote about the life of my mother and wanted a movie made. I still don't know if he realized anything. He didn't "shake in his boots." I told him I had gone into special education and couldn't find a job. He said that school system I shall not directly mention was looking for a spec. ed. coordinator. He said places should be hiring and he sat down.

He said I looked familar and something about me going to the junior high. I said I went to the high school but not the junior high. He said something about old age getting to him,

Someone asked me why my mom didn't move, and I believe it was all because of me and wanting me to know my aunts and I had grown close to them.

And I know I'm not living the way she would want me to live and I know I'm not living the way I want to live.

Someone, hear me.

Cindy