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not,” Lacy said. “High school was a long time ago. We’re not the same people we were then. We’re grownups. We’re totally different.” Her impassioned speech was ruined when she tripped on a root and sprawled on the sidewalk.
    “Yeah, this is going to go well,” Kimber said. She put down a hand to help Lacy up. Lacy brushed herself off and refused to let Kimber’s pessimism encroach. She wasn’t the same person she had been in high school. She was a secure, confident woman now. Jason was proof of that. He couldn’t be there tonight, but he would show up tomorrow. What could go wrong?
     
    As usual, Lacy would regret asking herself that question.

Chapter 3
    “Your chin is bleeding.”
    Lacy touched her fingers to her chin. They came away slick with blood. “I must have bashed my chin on the sidewalk when I fell,” she said. Unconsciously, she ran her tongue over her teeth and grimaced. The corner of one of her front teeth was chipped, not enough to effect the nerve, but enough to catch on her tongue and be annoying; she would have to have it fixed, the sooner, the better.
    They arrived at the Heritage Inn. “I can’t believe we walked here,” Kimber said. “Good thing I arrived early and set up my stuff in our room. Just for my own curiosity, should I plan on walking everywhere this week?”
    “How comfortable are your shoes?” Lacy asked.
    “Not as comfortable as my car,” Kimber returned. “At some point, I’m going to have to walk to my parents’ house to retrieve it.”
    “Not tonight. Tonight, we party,” Lacy said with an attempt at being upbeat. They headed to their room to touch up their appearance before the reunion party. Lacy caught her reflection in the mirror and groaned. Her chin was covered in what looked suspiciously like road rash. How had she not registered hitting it on the sidewalk when she had landed with enough impact to chip a tooth and slough the skin away from her face? Now her chin was red and pebbled, as if she’d had an acute outbreak of acne. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered. This was supposed to be her night, her emergence from the awkward adolescent cocoon. Now she looked like the “before” of a Clearasil ad.
    Kimber stood behind her and observed in the mirror while Lacy tried to cover the newly bright red and oozing patch of skin. “I once saw Jason Cantor catch a football behind his back while sprinting up a set of bleachers,” Kimber said.
    Lacy paused and eyed her with a scowl. “What does that have to do with anything?”
    “I’m still trying to wrap my head around you two. What could you possibly see in each other?”
    What could he possibly see in you, was what Kimber meant. “Two weeks ago, I got my head stuck in his mailbox. He had to call his buddy on the fire department to cut me out. It was mortifying, but after it was over, he didn’t say a word. He kissed me and made me an omelet.”
    “I’m missing the moral of the story,” Kimber said.
    “He doesn’t seem to care that I’m me. I spent a long time waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for him to come to his senses and realize I’m the statistical anomaly for every situation. Now I’m beginning to understand that he already knows and likes me anyway. It’s a nice feeling to be me for once and have it be enough.”
    Kimber blinked at her and refrained from comment. Lacy could tell she didn’t get it. Kimber was a practical, rational-minded person who didn’t go in much for love. Her unrequited crush on Andy was possibly the only hint of romance she had ever shown. Still, her doubts were awakening Lacy’s insecurities. What was Jason doing with her? He was Jason Cantor. Would this reunion finally cause him to see what a mistake he was making with her?
     
    No, no, no, no, no, no. She put her hands over her ears and shook her head like a wet dog trying to get dry. She would not give in to her fears. She and Jason had a solid relationship built on friendship