To Mum and Dad
And To Tony
Who finally caved and joined FB
solely for my benefit.
If that isn’t love, I don’t know
Copyright 2012 by Amy Patalune
“What is wrong with you?!” Macy’s screech bounced off the cafeteria’s yellow tiles and right back into my stricken face.
Her voice reverberated through the room, raining over the buzz of all other mindless conversation. One hundred faces turned to our direction, shock and amusement coloring their already blushed cheeks. Nancy stood next to me, mouth parted in a small “o” of surprise, brown eyes darting, her own lunch tray forgotten in her hands.
When every face finally concluded what had caused Macy to shriek in disgust, so many gasps echoed at once that it sounded like a beast drawing in one huge breath.