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Do you wear a mask?  Do your neighbors, friends, or family?  Does the mask sometimes slip and you see a glimpse of the real person?  

Over the years from the cheap college apartments to nice middle class neighborhoods, I’ve found that masks come in different prices. Money and education will buy finer ones. But finer ones only make the cries harder to hear.

Two examples illustrate:

First: Jim was so handsome; Jane was so pretty. They lived in a college apartment which adjoined ours. I heard sounds through the thin cheap walls. There was such fighting over there. But when I met them on the parking lot, I gave not a clue that I had heard what was happening behind their cheap paper-thin masks.

Second: Bob and Jennifer. Such a fine couple. She was a Brooke Shields lookalike. Probably made more money than any other neighbor we ever had. Oil business of some sort. Series of loud pops in the night….Five police cars…Bob in handcuffs…Jennifer standing alone in the yard as police drove off with Bob. I went out and asked if she would like company for the rest of the night. She said yes so I spent the rest of the night with her. It was the only time I’ve ever seen real bullet holes in a house. It was a most revealing look at what could happen even when masks were fine and expensive.

As I said, “Masks come in different prices” but we can probably see through cheaper ones more easily.  

Expensive masks can hide as much pain.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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5 Responses to MASKED FACES

  1. Violet Lentz says:

    No matter the quality, they are masks just the same. I’d rather be aound someone unpleasant, than someone feigning kindness

  2. map195 says:

    lot of face masks….nice post

  3. Faye says:

    God alone knows who really is behind the mask. indeed in so many shapes forms and for many different reasons. How much we need to be people of LOVE (only Christ can help us) to all people not by superficial attitude or appearances.

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