Loose Ends
When Kat had called to tell me about the five-year university reunion, my reaction had been, “So?”
“Whaddya mean, so? You have to come! It’ll be a laugh. We’ll be able to find out how everyone’s getting on, what they’ve done with their lives and stuff.”
“Why do you want to know how everyone’s getting on? You’ve never bothered before, and nor have I. I’ve only ever kept in touch with you and Alex, and there’s a bloody good reason for that. Plus, there’s always f*******: if you want to be nosey.”
“Come on, not everyone was that bad. There might be some interesting stories to hear. Somebody could be rich, or famous. Or both!”
I stopped resisting. When Kat had a plan, objection was futile.
So there I was, with Kat and Alex, heading into the student union bar. I pushed open the
