Chapter 1
May, 2012
“Wait. Go where?”
Major, my best friend in the whole world, had taken me aside, there in the wood-paneled banquet hall of Darby’s Restaurant, in the center of Pawling, New York. “I’m leaving,” he said, tears in his hazel eyes, his reddish blond hair mussed from him tugging at it.
The place was a throwback to another decade. Olive green vinyl in the booths, orange tablecloths, gold-flecked mirror tiles…if the décor was original, it was time for an upgrade. If, on the other hand, they were going for nostalgia, anyone who missed the 1970s would be taken right back.
“When?” I ran my hand over my jet-black buzz cut, shorn especially for Major’s wedding. “Why?” I pushed my glasses back up my nose, which made him do it, too. It was one of those things, like yawning, that was contagious. “For how long?”
“I can only answer one of those questions, Sally.”