wouldn’t be coming back for another summer.
“William,” David said, standing up to greet him. He pointed to the empty seat on
the booth across from him. “Sit down.”
William glanced at the woman he’d be sitting with. She didn’t seem to wear makeup.
At least not enough for him to tell. Her blue eyes and calm smile put him at ease.
“Hello,” he said as he sat down.
“Hi,” the woman responded.
“Do you remember Casey Harlow from high school?” David asked.
Time froze for a moment after hearing the name Casey, remembering the last
conversation he had with his grandmother. He tried to recall if he had met her
before.
“I don't think so. Sorry,” he said.
“She graduated the same year we did,” Lisa added.
“I didn't pay attention to much in school,” William responded.
Casey laughed.
“We did have a class together,” she told him. “Junior year if I remember
correctly.”
“That was the year I spaced out quite a bit,” William added.
“If I remember,” Casey started. “You slept through the entire class.”
“Are you sure?” William smiled. “That doesn't sound like me.”
“Well, it would help if you laid your head down on the table,” Casey teased. “Maybe
drool a little bit. That may help me determine if it was you or not.”
“Okay, but only this once,” William responded.
He laid his head on the table and pretended to sleep. He closed his eyes and
wondered if he was making an idiot out of himself. He also hoped that he wouldn’t