Gestating for CGA.
He would be attending
The Big Night.
Got a couple of invitations.
The Group had once been So productive, attractive.
Second and third years
University Maths and Sciences. Queens University, Kingston.
He was single.Age 28.
Trim build.
Honed by a little racketball.
More than dedicated
To his chosen field. Accountancy.
Audit.
Midnight oil.
Maybe someday
Business development
Decisions and Counsel.
The firm had been His thirteenth shot
With resume, drilling questions
45 minute interview.
(With two senior partners
One straight as anArrow.
Other flamboyant, heavy drinking
Loud ties, for the retaining, grooming
Of clientele.They seemed to buy it.
Former guy would oversee all
The real working team.
Danny had landed on that team.
Bettered his chances.)
And the hours got crazy.
Sleep deprived
Eyes, pained and blurred
From the reading, invoices, bank statements.
Reconciliation sheets.
Danny was good.
But quiet.
Now about the Party.
Arrived 35 minutes after the hour
On the formal invitation
Lots to talk about
To drink
To laugh
To snack
To recall
To re-ignite
Danny drew a line
To a shaded corner
Seat beside Irene Parkwood
Had two classes with her 3rd year
Unmarried
Good on the piano
Volleyball
Thin and gangly
She taught Kindergarten
Could gentle down
Any Mom or Dad
The conversation
Surprised Danny
Couple of old mates
Ambled over, sneering
“Hey you wall-flowers
Get with it
Want a couple of rum ‘n Cokes?
Bring on a buzz
Bring back the laughs.”
But Danny had Irene’s number.
Dinner and a flick next Friday.
If he really pushed for the coming week. Looking at a mid-sized bakery
And a high-end Ladies accessories shop up-town.
CGA…CGA…CGA
NUMBERS, CLUTTERBUCK and WINDER.