On the day the SAT ended, Lincoln was hit by a torrential downpour. John and I were trapped under the teaching building.
He handed me his school jacket. "Put it on."
I didn't take it.
He didn't insist. He just moved closer and shielded me from the rain blowing in sideways.
It suddenly took me back to a long time ago.
Andrew would do the same.
But the boy in my memory was already far away.
When the rain let up a bit, John asked me, "Where do you want to apply?"
"Nantwich University, Journalism Department."
"What a coincidence," he dropped his head with a smile, "I'm aiming for Nantwich too."
I looked up at him. "Your grades could get you into a better school."
John stared into the rain. "Nantwich's law program is also very good."
I didn't call him out on it.
After the admission
