Growing Up A MasterChapter 28 The JGs
At lunch on Monday, I sat down at the table with Sandy and some of her friends. I looked her over for a minute, and then I realized what I was seeing. I took her hand and lifted it, fingering a charm she was wearing on her wrist. It was two letters: JG. Conversation at the table stopped and I looked at her with raised eyebrows. A few people at the table burst into laughter at the expression on my face. "Was this your idea?" I asked. She nodded, a mischievous look on her face. "Do you...