“Take a Chance on Me” was on the stereo when Jo saw the reflection of the windshield dancing on the living room wall.
She’s here. I wonder what this is going to be like. It’s been so long. I wonder if she still talks as much as she used to? Will we still have anything in common?
Funny how time has managed to separate us, the once inseparable.
She hadn’t seen her since her father’s funeral, and it had only been a brief “I’m so sorry” with a quick hug. She thought of their last real parting, the day she caught the plane in Little Rock. Once choices had been made, and life was underway, the contact and friendship fizzled.
Time, and two completely different life choices.
She clearly remembered the impish grin Gina wore so often during those last years of high school.
Will she still be the same old Gina I remember?
There was only one way to know… Jo opened the door.
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