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accomplished that menial task, if you ask me.”
    “You’re exactly
the same,” I muttered, almost inaudibly.
    “What?”
    “Nothing.”
    “It’s good to
see you, I guess,” she said. “But I must tell you I’m a little disappointed.”
    I caught the
EXIT sign in my eye-line. It’d be so
easy. “Why is that?”
    “Why do you
think?”
    I shrugged. “I’m
not in school anymore, Mrs. Gordon. I don’t have to answer your questions if I
don’t want to.”
    I probably
shouldn’t have said that. Now she was out for blood. “I beg your pardon?”
    “Well… you know…
you know what I mean.”
    “No. Enlighten
me.”
    I couldn’t believe
it. Out of school for nearly a year, and here I was, still being prosecuted on
the witness stand by the feisty librarian.
    I really need to get out of this town.
    I turned to my
left to see if the employee was on her way back. She wasn’t.
    “Anyway, what I
was trying to tell you Mr. Martin, before you rudely interrupted…”
    That was it. I’d
had enough.
    I brushed past
her and started walking down one of the many crowded aisles of the department
store. “I don’t have to take this from you anymore.”
    “Hey! Where do
you think you’re going?”
    “Goodbye!
Farewell!”
    But she didn’t
let me go. She kept following me.
    “Cameron, stop.
Stop this now.”
    I just shook my
head, trying not to explode in her face.
    “Cameron… I’m
sorry… I apologize for speaking to you the way I did… I guess I just liked
resorting back to my old ways—”
    I turned around
and jumped right in her face. “You tried to seduce me, Mrs. Gordon! You tried
to have sex with me! Do you remember
that? Does that little incident even cross your mind?”
    She frowned and
put her hands on her hips. “I was disappointed you didn’t invite me to the
wedding. That’s all.”
    I blinked,
trying to comprehend what this old hag was trying to tell me. “WHY WOULD I
INVITE YOU TO MY WEDDING?”
    She shrugged and
pursed her lips. “You know… we had a bond, Cameron… don’t deny it.”
    I put my hands
in my face. I wanted to cry.
    “Oh, sir, there
you are.” The thirty-something employee started walking toward me from the
left. “I couldn’t find you. You just disappeared on me.”
    “I waited for
you for ten minutes,” I said to the woman.
    “Sorry for the
delay. Here. Do you think your girlfriend would like a perfume?”
    It was small and
dinky, so pathetic I wanted to slug this girl and Mrs. Gordon, not exactly in
that order.  
    “I don’t think
so,” I said.
    “But it’s a
really nice brand,” the woman said.
    Mrs. Gordon
stood to the left of her, stamping her feet against the ground. “Cameron, I
want to talk about this. I don’t see why I can’t go to your wedding. I just
want to be there on your special day, that’s all.”
    Two grating
female voices were speaking to me at once. I wanted out of there. I needed to
get out of there.
    “Just… uhh…
yeah,” was all I said as I turned around, ready to start charging out of the
store for real.
    But before I
could start running, yet another familiar female voice entered my eardrums.
    “ Wesley ? Is that you?”
    I almost didn’t
turn around at first; she hadn’t said my real name, obviously. But I
immediately recognized who it was.
    Hannah, looking
more upscale than she did at Lake Almanor, took a few steps toward me, her
black hair falling down beside her breasts, her nose ring shining under the
overhead lights.
    “ Hannah ?” I said, surprised to see her
again. “How are you?”
    “Cameron!” I
heard Mrs. Gordon shout behind me. “How dare you turn your back on me! Turn
around this instant!”
    “You wanna get
out of here?” I whispered into Hannah’s ear.
    “Absolutely,”
she said.
    I started
running down one of the aisles, and Hannah followed me, all of the store
employees seemingly flabbergasted as to why these two youngsters were chasing
each other around the store. I didn’t look back to see