ReunionWhen Jason heard his name, it was like picking out a single note in the cacophony of an orchestra tuning up.
“Jason?”
He turned. Layers of change melted away and he recognized the face from high school.
“Hey, guy,” Kevin said. “Do you remember me?”
Jason smiled. “Kev. Of course I do.”
Kevin transferred his beer to his left hand and stuck out his right. Rigidly. Formally. “How are you, man?”
“I’m good,” Jason said. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in…I don’t know, three or four years?”
Kevin smiled and shook his head. “That’s all you have to say? You’re not shocked to see me here?”
“Are you shocked to see me?”
“Kind of yes, kind of no.”
One of the things that bothered Jason about this club was the DJ’s habit of changing musical eras one or two songs at a time. From Aretha F
