“Oh god,” Mikey said, face fallen. “Youreallydidn’t want to do this.”
She shook her head.
“I thought you just needed a big push to get over yourself.”
She shrugged. It was impossible for Shiloh to imagine ever getting over herself.
“Yeah, okay,” Mikey said, pulling away from her. “Let’s just go.”
Nine
“Is Cary married?”
“I heard he was engaged.”
“Shiloh would know.”
“No—I don’t know.”
“You were just talking to him.”
“Not about that, I guess.”
“You guys don’t keep in touch? That’s hard to believe.”
“You know how I am. I don’t talk to anybody.”
“I have poked you so many times on Facebook, Shiloh...”
“I’m not really there often enough to be poked.”
“Why are you poking Shiloh, Becky? That’s like making a pass.”
“It’s not a pass—it’s a poke.”
“Who says ‘making a pass’ in 2006?”
“Hey, it’s 2006! Shouldn’t we be hearing about our fifteen-year reunion? We never even had our ten.”
“I heard we’re not having reunions anymore. Tammy moved to Michigan.”
“So? It’s still her job to organize reunions. It’s her only job.”
“This is what happens when you vote for thehotone and not thediligentone.”
“Let it go, Sylvia. You were never going to be class president.”
“If I was, we’d be having a reunion this summer.”
“You can still organize the reunion.”
“Hell yeah—do it, Sylvia!”
“Well, that’s not fair. All the work, none of the glory.”
“Maybe we could have Tammy impeached?”
“Great idea, Shiloh. Sylvia, organize Tammy’s impeachment.”
