Thursday

—Jon, say "hello" to Aunt Veronique.
—Hi.
—Wow, you haven't aged at all!

—Crystal bought a house?
—Yup. In Long Beach.
—Married at 22, homeowner at 26.

—What are you eating?
—A failure pile of Thanksgiving leftovers.
—Is that a slice of pumpkin pie?

—Hey! Didn't expect to be woken up by you.
—Sorry. When did we last talk?
—Two-and-a-half years ago? [accesses her dossier] Yeah, July 18, 2008.
—Damn. So how are you?
—I am, heh, temping at age 28 for $9.50 an hour. And you and Doug?
—Uh…we divorced.
—Oh.
—I married too young.
—Well, at least you don't have a child.
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—I'm currently applying to grad school.
—Ah… Grad school. The solution to all of life's problems.
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—Remember Mike?
—"Mike and Amanda" Mike?
—Yeah. I'm chatting with him and he says he missed you at your 10th anniversary high school reunion.
—Oh. So it did happen.
[pause]
—Why am I learning about my high school reunion from two people I met in college?

Monday