Yvette A to Z Blogging Challenge

Blogging from A to Z Challenge
April 2015
This month I will be participating in the “Blogging from A-Z Challenge”

What is it?

I will be Blogging everyday beginning on April First with a topic themed on something with the letterA, then on April second another topic with the letter B as the theme, and so on until I finish on April thirtieth with the theme based on the letter Z.   The theme of the day is the letter scheduled for that day.

My theme will be short fictional (well mostly fictional) stories about women.  Each woman’s name will begin with the appropriate letter of the alphabet for that day.
All of the women will have the common life experience of a loss of some type.
I invite you, Dear reader, to comment on how you interpret the loss.

Yvette

Yvette was painfully shy. 
The month was June and she was a high school senior.  She, along with 429 other students, would be graduating in just 10 days. 
Yvette was an average looking girl.  She was just about the same height as most of the other girls.  She wasn’t thin, but she wasn’t fat either.  She didn’t have waist length hair nor was it cropped super short.  Her clothes were not fancy, but they were not plain. 
When the hallways were full of students passing onto their next class, Yvette blended in with the throng.
She wondered what it was like to be part of the group.  The group who was not ordinarily average.  The group who saved seats for each other in the cafeteria and hung out together on weekends.
Yvette did participate in three extra curricular activities.  She did the typing for the school newspaper,  sang in the chorus, and was a member of the business club.
She had three best girlfriends and a steady boyfriend.
After graduation she lost touch with the three girls.  Her steady boyfriend became enamored with a taller, thinner girl with waist length hair and broke up with Yvette. 
Two years later Yvette graduated from Secretarial Business School.  She went to work in an office where she met her future husband.  They waited exactly three years to move into their first home.  They adopted a puppy and six months later their first child was born.  They had two more children spaced 3 years apart.  She drove a soccer mom van and worked as apart-time receptionist for a local dentist.
And yet Yvette was still painfully shy. 
She wondered what it was like to be part of the group.  The group of women who stood a little apart from the crowd.  They lunched  on Wednesday afternoons and saved seats for each other at the games. 
Yvette’s children  grew up, went to college, married and went on to live their own average lives.
She divorced, re-married and became a grandmother.  
They moved into an active adult community.  
And yet Yvette was still painfully shy.
She wondered what it was like to be part of the group.  The group of ladies who played mahjong on Thursday evenings, and saved seats for each other at the Women’s club luncheons. 
The month was June and Yvette was now a widow in her late sixties.  
The letter had been forwarded from one of her former addresses.  
“You are warmly invited to Washington High School’s 50th reunion.”
She visited the web site that was mentioned in the letter.   
There were “then” and “now” photos posted on the site. 
As she looked at the pictures of her former class mates, she realized how similar they had all come to look.  
The women mostly all had blond hair and wore their short hair in a bob style. 
The men were gray or balding. 
Yvette smiled to herself.  How ordinarily average they all seemed now.  
She would not be going to the reunion.  
She was still painfully shy.
But she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be part of the group.  The group of old friends who would surely save each other a seat at the dance.