CollegeChapter 16 Freshman Summer of 1990
Alice met me at the door on Saturday afternoon and told me her daughter would be right down. "She's nervous about what you're going to say to her," Alice said. "I wish I knew what I was going to say, myself." Alice studied me, her cheek twitching like she was going to smile before her eyes shifted to my tie. "She'll be pleased that you wore the blazer; you look very nice." Brenda came down the stairs, dressed in a white pinafore with pink rabbits, white stockings and black patent...