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we’ll go down to the Ebb Tide and drown your sorrows in some margaritas. My treat.”
    “You’re a god amongst mortals.” I sighed, pulling away from him. “But, damn, I probably should give Bob a call.” Because I have absolutely no idea if we made plans for tonight. I couldn’t remember that far back.
    Aaron curled his lip and furrowed his brow in an expression similar to the mild distaste Sarah showed earlier.
    “What? What’s wrong with Bob?” I folded my arms across my chest and glared at him, all of a sudden defensive. I mean, Bob wasn’t that bad. Not exactly a thrill a minute, but he was a nice guy.
    “Nothing’s wrong with Bob.” Aaron’s face lost that look of aversion and his lips turned up in a half grin. “You go and talk to Bob. If you want to get together later, let me know.” He leaned and kissed me on the cheek and returned to work. He didn’t walk far before he turned back around.
    “Hey Sunshine.”
    “Yeah?” Unconsciously I touched my fingers to my cheek. No flashes, but he’d left behind comforting warmth. I met his eyes. They sparkled, the familiar shine that always warmed me through.
    “You look good. I like that dress on you.”
    I smiled back, the warmth he left spreading to my heart. I brushed my hand over the light skirt of the dress. Hmm…two compliments in one day from men I admired. Maybe I needed to replace my entire wardrobe.
    “Thanks. See you around.” I turned away with a small wave. All of a sudden I didn’t want to leave. A small panic swirled coldly in my belly. What if I didn’t see him again? I had to. This brief visit reminded me of our bond. For the life of me I don’t know why we let our friendship die. I’d be sad for the rest of my life if I didn’t rekindle our relationship.
    I didn’t want to live with that regret.
    With my box in hand I started the hike back home. I caught myself halfway there feeling around my purse for my cell phone to give Bob a call. I nearly laughed out loud.
    I didn’t have a cell phone. Bob and I got our first mobile phone sometime in the nineties, a cumbersome unit with a battery larger than five of the slim BlackBerry I’d emailed with yesterday.
    I’d have to wait until I got home and use the telephone. Not having a phone stuck to my ear for once was pleasant. No one yakking about business. No problems from the office bleeding over into what should have been my off time. God, I never wanted another cell phone again.
    Thank goodness no one was home when I got there. I didn’t think I could deal with questions. I tossed the box on my bed and sat down next to it. Now what? Call Bob and see where we stood? Call my parents?
    No, I’d get all weepy again. Even though they were still going strong when I “was” in my forties seeing them twenty years younger might be too much for my heart. It would make me want to stay this age so I could enjoy them all over again.
    I decided to call Bob. I had to wait about half an hour, give him time to get from office to his apartment. I occupied my time by searching through my closet and digging into my drawers. Over the past twenty-one years I’d forgotten plenty and I needed to remember the little details, like what book I was reading, my current favorite music, what events were going on in my life and the world around me. Leave it to me to mention some “current” event that wasn’t due to happen for another two years.
    Hey .
    The thought hit me like a mental slap, but in a good way. I stood up abruptly, and grinned. There could be some money in this.
    I tapped my finger against my lips. Imagine, predicting the winner of the World Series and the Super Bowls. If only those things had been important enough for me to remember. The only thing I could say for sure was the Red Sox won the two thousand and four and two thousand and seven World Series. Despite being a New Yorker for years, I still rooted for the Sox. I just didn’t announce it loudly.
    No, I was certain I wouldn’t