Erica wants to be friends with the new girl next door but Savannah is hiding something. Erica sets out to find out why her classmate won't be her friend.

He sat on the steps of a record store, the small stoop sheltering him from the wind. His feet were shoved into a sleeping bag, keeping his legs warm. He wore a tattered, old brown coat and a brand new red toque.

I recalled his stout form and his pleasant rounded face, always animated as he shared a joke or sincere advice or a warm compliment. I was happy that I was to finally see him again.

A horn had sounded behind him and now another joined in. Yet another sound become unfamiliar to him. Something else to grow accustomed to again. 

For years she had been dreading this day. She put it off week after week, month after month, year after year. She had wanted to forget her past.

Katherine’s eyes fluttered open and a sharp pain filled her head.

She pondered a hefty bunch of chubby green grapes before tearing off and returning a branch to leave the remaining mass a more affordable commitment. This garnered a sly smile and a conspiratorial wink from a man standing near her in jeans and plaid shirt. He looked familiar.

"Well, go ahead," she said, "Say it."
   He watched her eyes as they scanned the menu. He knew she wasn't really reading it yet. That she was just avoiding his eyes for the moment.