“I see.”
“Are you from here?”
“No. I live in New York.”
“Really? My niece lives there...”
“Really?”
“Yes. She’s an amazing girl, you should know her!” she said and before I could reply the door opened and a kid about 6 years old ran in, then I heard a unique laughter... her laughter. And when she put the bags down and showed me her face I was breathless, “Jules?”
“Dean? What are you doing here?”
***
I was shook. Dean was at my house. Sitting on my couch next to my aunt. What was he doing there?
“Do you know each other?” my aunt asked incredulous.
“Sure,” my mom said stepping in. “He’s a friend of Jules. We met at her graduation party. Do you remember me?” she said getting close to him.
“Sure Mrs. Cannygan,” Dean greeted her stretching out his hand.
“You can call me Amy.”
“Righ
