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“
Annie
,
I
’
ve
just
sat
for
two
and
half
hours
listening
to
all
kinds
of
jabbering
.
I
need
a
drink
.
”
I
put
my
arm
through
his
,
and
we
stroll
out
with
the
throng
into
the
warmth
of
the
early
afternoon
.
We
pass
the
line
for
the
official
photographer
.
“
Oh
,
that
reminds
me
.
”
Ray
drags
a
digital
camera
out
of
his
pocket
.
“
One
for
the
album
,
Annie
.
”
I
roll
my
eyes
at
him
as
he
snaps
a
picture
of
me
.
“
Can
I
take
the
cap
and
gown
off
now
?
I
feel
kind
of
dorky
.
”
You
look
kinda
dorky
…
My
subconscious
is
at
her
snarky
best
.
So
are
you
going
to
introduce
Ray
to
the
man
you
’
re
fucking
?
She
is
glaring
at
me
over
her
wing
-
shaped
spectacles
.
He
’
d
be
so
proud
.
God
,
I
hate
her
sometimes
.
The
marquee
is
immense
and
crowded
—
students
,
parents
,
teachers
,
and
friends
,
all
chattering
happily
.
Ray
hands
me
a
glass
of
champagne
,
or
cheap
fizzy
wine
,
I
suspect
.
It
’
s
not
chilled
,
and
it
tastes
sweet
.
My
thoughts
turn
to
Christian
…
he
won
’
t
like
this
.
“
Ana
!
”
I
turn
,
and
Ethan
Kavanagh
scoops
me
into
his
arms
.
He
twirls
me
around
,
without
spilling
my
wine
—
some
feat
.
“
Congratulations
!
”
He
beams
down
at
me
,
green
eyes
twinkling
.
What
a
surprise
.
His
dirty
blond
hair
is
tousled
and
sexy
.
He
’
s
as
beautiful
as
Kate
.
The
family
resemblance
is
striking
.
“
Wow
—
Ethan
!
How
lovely
to
see
you
.
Dad
,
this
is
Ethan
,
Kate
’
s
brother
.
Ethan
,
this
is
my
dad
,
Ray
Steele
.
”
They
shake
hands
,
my
dad
coolly
assessing
Mr
.
Kavanagh
.
