I was at the 6th grade reunion, and everyone was wearing formal gowns. Marc Hendricks was there and he looked exactly like the kid he was in 6th grade. He put his hand on my mine as I was getting ready to leave and this action felt full of warmth. I remember leaving, and Stephen was acting crazy, like a performance monkey. He pulled off his cap and he was bald. I just shook my head like I was used to all of this and we made our exit. When I looked back I realized that we had not spoken to Andrea and John all night and I panicked, thinking there was something very wrong with that.
At the hotel, Teresa came out of our bathroom after a shower, wrapped in a white towel. I, too, was wrapped in a blue towel. I asked her what she was doing there and she said she got the wrong room and that she should have been upstairs. She shrugged an apology. On the wall was a photo collage of different people, friends, and she leaned into me and put her chin on my shoulder and said something about us, our past friendship. I agreed, and we sighed and snuggled a little closer before she took leave of our room.
