... this was a lot.
He was smiling at her. Shiloh was wearing two-inch heels—they were nearly eye to eye. “I’m glad you came tonight,” Cary said.
“Of course I came.”
“You skipped the last wedding—”
“It was in Rhode Island. And I was pregnant.”
“—and then I missed our ten-year reunion.”
“We didn’t have one,” she said.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Tammy flaked. She moved to Michigan.”
Cary frowned. “That’s why I voted for Sylvia.”
Shiloh laughed. “If you tell Sylvia that, she might organize the fifteen this summer.”
“You gonna be there?”
Shiloh wrinkled her nose and shrugged. “I don’t know. This is already a lot of reunion for me.”
“Yeah, god forbid you see your old friends twice in one year.”
“There’s only so much to talk about...”
Cary was smiling. “There’s fifteen years to talk about.”
“Yeah, but all we everactuallytalk about is high school.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so bad? Sparing a couple hours to commemorate four consequential years?”
“It washigh school.”
“The more you talk about the past,” Cary said in his science voice, “the more you remember about it. The more it unfolds.”
“And that’s good?”
“Yes. It makes your life feel longer.”
“That is some Yossarian mind-fuckery, Cary.Everyonewants to forget high school.”
He was grinning. “‘Everyone,’ Shiloh? Since when do you care about ‘everyone’?”
She laughed again. She realized she was squeezing his hand when he squeezed hers back.
A new song had started, an even faster one. A guy dancing near them Cabbage-Patched right into Shiloh. Cary pulled her a little closer. “Here,” he said, steering them back, away from the center of the dance floor—and immediately into another couple.
“No,here,” Shiloh said, tugging Cary’s hand and shoulder, guiding him another way.
He followed her. “We’re still dancing, right?”
“If you want to.”
“I want to.” He stopped them. “Here is good, by the wall. Away from the speaker.”
