FIFTEEN
Soon enough, I was on my way back to the beach and the restaurant. I had butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t remember any time we’d all been together. Maybe never? Wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but we were doing it. Everyone had said yes. Even Fern—although she was bringing her boyfriend. Her old boyfriend, Enrique, who was partially responsible for all the turmoil I’d been going through for the last few days. Ah well. Be flexible, eh?
It was another beautiful warm sunny day. Hayword’s SUV was already at the restaurant when I arrived. And Fern’s car. Mark’s truck. I opened the restaurant door almost reluctantly. I heard voices—laughter. Then I saw them all standing around a food-laden table. They turned and looked at me. Everyone smiled. Except Fern. Her face didn’t move. Cou
