The official reunion tour of Shelby United Consolidated High School began at ten on Monday morning, but a lot of us who’d attended the original Shelby United got there fifteen minutes early.
I’d had a quick breakfast with mother and Raymond, who were getting ready to go to some sort of fitness class at the college. Mother had handed me a schedule of their weekly activities and classes and said she and I could chat later. Since I called them every Sunday, we really didn’t have much to talk about.
As I sat in the parking lot staring at the high school building I’d loathed for four years except for the bright spot of Manny and me having s*x in some out-of-the-way places, I dug in my pocket for the lanyard with my name tag. The chirpy reunion letter welcoming all Shelby High graduates to thi
