a workspace.
a community.
I could genuinely meet my reflection in the mirror without recoiling.I said, “Are you going?”
Alison chuckled. “Oh my god, no. Reunions like that are terrible. Everyone gets wasted and boasts about their homes and children.”Will you be attending?
I reclined in my chair. “Should I go?”To be honest, I wouldn’t be concerned about it. Why bring out all those unpleasant memories?
A tiny flame of resistance that I believed I had outgrown stirred in my chest.Because, Alison, I’m no longer the overweight child with thick glasses and braces.
Maybe using my accomplishment to confront my old bullies will be beneficial for me.
With a deep exhale, she finally put down the coffee cup. “Trust me, you don’t want to do that.”Should I leave?”
“Why not?”You’re pushing this, but why? I’m attempting to keep you safe.””From what?”from them. from having that girl’s feelings once more.”
I tilted my head and gave her a long, intense stare.
Her voice had an almost frantic quality.You’re pushing this, but why? I’m attempting to keep you safe.””Perhaps you’re correct,” I remarked. “Maybe it’s not a good idea.”
Alison grinned again. “It’s not like you have to prove anything to anyone.”
I gave a nod.
Because I was familiar enough with Alison to know that she was withholding something from me.
I couldn’t figure out why.I said, “Perhaps we could have dinner that evening.” “Our own private reunion.”
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