Nine
“Is Cary married?”
“I heard he was engaged.”
“Shiloh would know.”
“No—I don’t know.”
“You were just talking to him.”
“Not about that, I guess.”
“You guys don’t keep in touch? That’s hard to believe.”
“You know how I am. I don’t talk to anybody.”
“I have poked you so many times on Facebook, Shiloh...”
“I’m not really there often enough to be poked.”
“Why are you poking Shiloh, Becky? That’s like making a pass.”
“It’s not a pass—it’s a poke.”
“Who says ‘making a pass’ in 2006?”
“Hey, it’s 2006! Shouldn’t we be hearing about our fifteen-year reunion? We never even had our ten.”
“I heard we’re not having reunions anymore. Tammy moved to Michigan.”
“So? It’s still her job to organize reunions. It’s her only job.”
“This is what happens when you vote for the hot one and not the diligent one.”
“Let it go, Sylvia. You were never going to be class president.”
“If I was, we’d be having a reunion this summer.”
“You can still organize the reunion.”
“Hell yeah—do it, Sylvia!”
“Well, that’s not fair. All the work, none of the glory.”
“Maybe we could have Tammy impeached?”
“Great idea, Shiloh. Sylvia, organize Tammy’s impeachment.”
“I can believe you’d lose track of the rest of us, Shiloh... but you and Cary?”
“When did you guys break up?”
“I never dated Cary.”
“Really?”
“That’s not right—is that right?”
“Yes, it’s right. I would know who I was dating.”
“Yeah, but he put up with so much of your shit.”
“What shit, Ronny?”
“You know, general Shiloh shit. You were kind of high-maintenance.”
“I wasn’t high-maintenance. Was I high-maintenance?”
“No. Don’t listen to him.”
“Thank you, Sylvia.”
“You maintained yourself. It was more like you demanded high maintenance from everybody else.”
“I don’t... Does that even make sense?”
“You were running 110 on a 220, Shiloh.”
“Guys, don’t be hurtful, let her be.”
“It was a compliment.”
“You got shit done, Shiloh. We were all scared of you.”
“Not Cary, though.”
“I always thought they were dating.”
“They went to prom together.”
“I can’t believe Cary isn’t married. He got kind of hot, right?”
“Tina!”
“That’s what happens when you don’t get married.”
“Yeah, Cary still looks like a big Okie, but he’s well preserved.”
“Hey, Shiloh, don’t look like that. We were just giving you shit.”
“I know, I’m fine.”
“You seem different now, anyway.”
“Yeah, you seem calm.”
“You smoke weed now, Shiloh?”
“No, I have two kids—I’m just tired.”
“110 on a 220—you’re probably burned out.”
“We’re all burned out.”
“Not Cary, though, right? Look at him.”
“Calm down, Tina.”
“Not Mikey, either.”
“Mikey’s famous.”
“Mikey’s Mikey.”
“I heard Mikey’s first wedding cost thirty thousand dollars.”
“I heard they served crab. I wish I could have gone. Shiloh went, right?”
“No, I didn’t go.”
“Really? I was sure you’d be there.”