‘Read my name. You have 30 seconds…’

alone.

“Here,” she announced loudly enough for the entire reunion hall to hear. “For old times’ sake.”

Potato salad slid over the edge. A chicken bone tapped against my black dress. Around us, thirty former classmates turned to stare, smiling with the same weak, hungry cruelty I remembered too well.

Ten years disappeared instantly.

I was sixteen again,continue reading …