“Want me to take your picture so you can submit it?” he asked.
Her answer was immediate. “No.”
“Why not.”
“I’m not like that.”
Rob snorted and picked up his own tablet. “You used to be like that.”
“Like what?” she asked, offended.
“I’m pretty sure you were the one at the head of the pack during the track team’s midnight run.”
Vickie had made it to college partly on her athletic abilities. Part of the tradition at her small college was that all members of the track team would do a lap of the track at midnight before the first meet of the season. There was usually alcohol involved, but Vickie didn’t normally imbibe, so while the rest of the team was stumbling over the cinders, she was leading the pack in the informal race. Four years running.
“That was different,” she protested. “Tha
