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Life-changing events arrive unexpectedly. They do not appear on calendars. No alarm: "5 minutes to life changing event."
I was in my office drafting a legal document. As was my custom, I was listening to music on my headphones. I told Crystal, my receptionist, to take messages so I could concentrate.
I normally thought through documents such as this for some time before beginning to work. This was no exception. I was making great progress, only stopping a couple of times to consider issues I had not fully anticipated.
As thoughts occurred to me for later in the document, I hit RETURN a few times and made a note, then resumed writing.
I had been working for about 45 minutes. Probably 2/3 of the way through a solid first draft.
My cell phone rang. Or rather, it vibrated. It probably rang as well, but it was in my pocket and with the headphones the vibration was all I noticed.
I looked at the display. Someone unknown to me, calling from somewhere in Ohio. I couldn't think of anyone I knew there, so I let it go to voicemail and resumed work.
My phone vibrated again. A signal for a message. Well, if they were serious enough to leave a message, maybe I should listen to it.
"Scott, my name is Candace. You don't know me, but I know your friend, Abby. This is personal and not business. She insisted I call you. She told me to tell you, 'Remember the lake house.' I have no idea what that means, but she made me get it exactly right, so I hope it means something to you.
"Abby said if we were living in the same place she would have introduced us or set up a blind date. I feel so awkward calling and leaving this message, but she made me promise! I am glad it went to voicemail.
"Call me if you are interested."
"Remember the lake house." I thought about that for a minute.
Oh! Abby! "Remember
The Lake House
." It was one of our favorite movies.
Abby and I had been friends since grade school and all the way through high school. We have managed to keep in touch in the 15 or so years that have followed.
Friends through thick and thin. Through her marriage and her later divorce. Through my marriage and my divorce, after catching my ex fucking my former best friend in our bed one afternoon.
During those difficult stretches we made time for each other. To support each other. Once or twice at such times, one of us was close to where the other lived, so we got together and cried together.
We had never been romantically involved. I'm not entirely sure why, but it did make our friendship work for all these years.
The Lake House
. Abby and I watched it together a few times. Actually, we watched it "together." Not in the same room, but the way Harry and Sally watched
Casablanca
. Both of us on our cell phones as each of us watched it. We had it nearly perfectly synced as we streamed it.
We talked about
The Lake House
a lot over the years. Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves, back when he was handsome. Great chemistry between them. Mostly we talked about how two people could communicate two years out of sync with each other.
"It was the mailbox. At the lake house. It was special. The portal through which they communicated."
"Yeah, I get that Abby. But why that mailbox? And how did that work?"
Abby told me her theory. It was the best I heard, but I let it go at that. I still loved the movie.
If nothing else, this mystery motivated me to call Candace.
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"Hello, this is Candy."
"Candace? This is Scott, Abby's friend."
"Oh," she said, laughing. "I am always afraid to tell a stranger my name is Candy. It sounds too much like a porn star's stage name! But what can I do? My parents named me Candace and called me Candy!"
"Candy, that is funny! I had an aunt who was given a hideous first name by my grandparents. She pleaded with my Dad, her older brother, to make this the first legal work he did after passing the bar. To change her name."
"What did she change it to?"
"Bertha."
"Stop it! Please tell me that is not true!"
"It was Anna."
"Nice. Better choice than Bertha."
"Scott, I am sure you are wondering why Abby told me to call you. That's fair, because I am wondering the same thing."
"You don't know why you called?"
"Only that Abby insisted, and that I give you that message. She told me one other thing. She said the first time we talked I should warn you not to call her and ask what the message means. She will not tell you. It is for you to figure out, I guess."
"Candy, have you seen the movie,
The Lake House
?"
"No, I haven't. It sounds like I should watch it."
"Yes, but I think the message is from a conversation Abby and I had about it. We watched it a couple of times together and talked about it a lot over the next couple of years.
"Before saying anything more, I think you should watch it and then let's talk about it."
"Scott, this sounds like a mystery or detective story. I don't mean the film--I just looked it up on imdb, it's a rom-com. I mean the meaning behind Abby's message is a puzzle for us to solve."
"I think so, and I think I know what she is trying to tell me, but it will not make any sense to you until you see the film. Probably not even then. This is going to be fun.
"Candy, you called me on my personal cell phone, the number Abby gave you. Please continue to use that.
"I will put your name in my directory as well: 'Candy -- the porn star.' If anyone happens to see my screen when you call, that will start some delicious gossip!"
"That's hilarious! I already like your humor, Scott. I am going to text you my email as well, and if you don't mind, could you send me yours? Sometimes texts are too constraining for good communication."
"Sounds good, Candy. You know us attorneys. We can't say anything in less than 10 minutes or 10 pages, whichever is longer. It's a skill taught in law school."
"I know! I am also an attorney, and I agree completely! That must be why I wanted to use email!"
"What is your practice area, Candy?"
"International trade agreements, primarily. I also do some domestic work, but that's a more crowded area. What about you?"
"Most of my work is estate planning for large estates. Typically, $50 million and over."
"Wow, that's also rarified air!"
"Did you recently win the lottery, Candy?"
"I wish!"
"Ok, we can rule that out as the reason Abby wanted you to call me.
"Candy, I hate to cut this short, but I am working on a memorandum in support of a motion I need to file tomorrow. This has been a fun break, but play time is sadly over."
"You too? My memorandum is in opposition, but just as tedious. My deadline is early next week, though.
"I am really looking forward to talking again, Scott"
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The next day I received an email from Candy:
Scott:
After your call yesterday I thought about
The Lake House
all afternoon. I got almost nothing done on my memorandum! So last night I watched it!
First (do all of us attorneys enumerate the points we want to make?), Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves! They were so good together. I almost didn't recognize Keanu! I have seen two of his John Wick films.
I know attorneys have a reputation for being unfeeling. I am going to confess something to you. My guilty pleasure. I am a romantic, so I loved the film. That instant when Sandra Bullock's character is looking at the framed drawing of the lake house and in her mind she puts it all together was a marvelous moment by a great actor.
Scott, how did this work? How did two people communicate two years out of sync? Surely you have asked that! Did Abby understand?
"I thought by watching it I would discover the answer to our question!
Your friend,
Candace
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Candace:
I am glad you watched it and enjoyed it! It is one of my favorite rom-coms. We share a guilty pleasure!
I have started to wonder whether there is something in our background or personal circumstances that is the key to Abby's mystery. I thought I would start by telling you about myself. I hope you don't mind.
As you probably know, Abby and I grew up in rural Colorado. Small town. We have known each other since about third grade.
My parents have been married for 35 years. As good a marriage as I have ever seen. I have two sisters and I am the oldest. I am 34.
I attended the University of Colorado (Boulder) and also went there for law school. After law school I did not clerk for a judge but went to Berkeley for an LLM. I considered that mandatory for large estate practice.
At the beginning of my last year at Berkeley, I met Sammi (Samantha), who was a third-year law student. We dated throughout that year and often studied together. She passed the bar that summer and we were married the next fall.
I had secured a position with a great firm here in Denver and began working closely with one of the state's premier EP attorneys, who was planning to retire in about five years (which he did).
Sammi went to work for a boutique firm focused on family law. She handled mostly divorces, something I could never have done!
Three years later, a court hearing was canceled as I was driving to court. My receptionist called me, and since I had nothing else on my calendar, it made no sense to drive back to the office. I just headed home. It was only about 2 pm.
When I arrived at the house, there was a strange car in the driveway. I parked behind it, then went to the front door and quietly opened the door. I stood and listened and heard Sammi cry out, the way she did when I fucked her. Sure enough, she and my best friend--former best friend-- were in our bed. I had my phone out and got a couple of photos of them in action.
She begged me not to tell her firm and promised to divorce on my terms. I think I was fair, given the circumstances. That was four years ago.
In all candor, that experience has soured me on the idea of marriage. I know, not the most inspirational tale, is it?
