Chapter 8

I had taught Marco how to skate years ago, and I watched him, Brian and his friends go ‘round and ‘round, backward and forward, doing athletic things my body wouldn’t even dare attempt these days. My back was stiff and sore enough as it was, from what I did for a living.

There might have been a little bit of groping, here and there, including Marco and Brian—together—okay, I should have guessed that one, by now, but aside from a few warnings, we, the adults let the teens have their fun.

After a while, I wandered over to the table that had been set up with all kinds of snacks and beverages, settling on a Sprite. I drank half the can and almost choked on the liquid when I heard a voice I hadn’t expected, but which still haunted my dreams.