At Prom Only One Boy Asked Me to Dance and Thirty Years Later Our Paths Crossed Again

was no one else in that direction and the alternative explanation, that he had come specifically and purposefully to speak to her without being dispatched by someone else as a charitable errand, seemed genuinely unlikely.

He noticed. He laughed, softly and without unkindness. “No, definitely you.”

She looked back at him. “That’s brave.”

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