“No,” she said.

“I’m not sure of anything except the dates on those slips of paper.

But I’m not going to be the girl who got married and never asked.”

We got up at the same time.

A white sedan pulled into the spot next to my van and sat idling while I paid at the register.

I knew that car.

Cheryl got out and shifted her bag from one shoulder to the other before she said anything.

“Megan.