Becca
I’d never eaten at Skates. My best friend Lucy’s sister was a college freshman at Berkeley, and I remembered being at Lucy’s over winter break and hearing her sister talk about going to Skates with her date and a bunch of friends before a fraternity formal. It sounded sophisticated and cool, and since the day so far had felt like an escape from my regular life, I wanted the fantasy to continue.
We sat at a table at the very end of a long wall of windows. Our view took in the expanse of the San Francisco Bay and Angel Island, which sat between the Berkeley coastline and the northern end of San Francisco. I stared at the island, remembering the times my dad had taken all six of us kids there on the BART train with our bikes. We’d ridden the trails like banshees while our parents had
