Today, Ginny went to school, but she was technically excused, so she elected to skip many of her classes. I stole her for her final pre-statistics-AP-test hour. After she ate her unidentifiable sandwich (I think it might have been egg), we went outside and sat on the grass.
Well, I sat on the grass and tried to drag her down with me. She was reluctant, as she "didn't know where the grass had been." However, by the time I was lying down, she had at least reached a low crouch.
We spent a while daydreaming about the time to come. First we tried to think of next year.
"We'll both be sitting here," I said, "in the sun, and it will be AP week, so we'll be stressed. Oh, wait, no, we'll already be into amazing schools. You'll be going- where do you want to go?"
"This would work better if we knew where we were going."
"This is true."
"What about the reunion. Do you think we'll go to the reunion?"
"Yes. How about the 75th. We'll both go."
"What'll we do there."
"Well, I'll spot you first, and your hair will be all gray. I'll try to flag you down but I'll have trouble, what with my cane and all, so I'll start yelling, Ginny, Ginny. Then you'll finally see me, and you step into the light and your hair is gray. My first response is to say 'gosh, Ginny, you don't even look Asian anymore.'
"You become very angry, call me racist, and start hitting me with your cane. I hit you back. Then we get into a wicked awesome cane fight.
"Dino comes over to break it up, and he says "guys, stop-p-p-p" and starts to shake, as his circuits have a tendency to get a bit rusty."
"Is Owen going to repair him?"
"No, Owen died off ages ago. That's why Dino is having problems- his self maintenance has issues."
"Ah."
"Anyways, Dino short circuits, so then we go back to fighting when Vicky comes trundling over, walker and all. She somehow manages to force us apart and says 'TEA! GINNY! OPMINN!'
"'What? Where? I thought she'd left.' I say.
"US History! Remember the battles! Remember the Mohicans and the women and portfolios! What a class. What. A. Class.' Vicky continues to babble, somewhat incoherently, about the wonders of US history."
Ginny laughed. "Who next?"
"Well, if Dino is there, Tybalt probably showed up."
"What about Bryant?"
"He's busy building robots and saving the world."
"Oh, of course."
"Anyways, Tybalt is there. He's working, doing something. Recently divorced- he tried to hard to have the perfect, cookie-cutter life, and it fell through. What's his job, though?"
"Something important. Presidential advisor? To Sonny, maybe, who beat out Lumiere in the race."
"Oh, naturally. Anyways, Kathrya is there as well. She and Tybalt broke up, ages ago, when she went off to college. Anyways, he's been finding life unfulfilling, and he showed up at the reunion in search of the one that got away. Kathrya, of course, has been fine without him, living it up and being awesome, as usual. She sees the cane parade by us, and comes rushing over."
"Rushing?"
"She exercised as a youth, she can still rush. Anyways, she gets rather excited to see us, and starts yelling about love and other lovely things, and then she sees Tybalt, and their eyes meet, and she immediately falls silent. And we get kind of confused, but then Tybalt comes over under the pretense of oiling Dino's joints, and, suddenly, we understand."
Ginny sighed. "What about Mario? How's he doing?"
"Mario...hmmm. He's a big businessman, somewhere, really rich. Anyways, he shows up, and we all start laughing about the whole peeing-in-a-cup beeswax. Then he tells us that we can't tell anyone, as it will ruin his reputation and destroy the stock of his company. So, we blackmail him and all get a million dollars."
"That's some fast monetary accumulation."
"That it is."
"He really ought to be thinking more about the consequences of his actions."
I laughed. "What about Gretchen?"
"I bet she's at a university."
"But which?"
"She's at MIT, and you're at Harvard."
"That's realistic. But sure. How is she doing?"
"Did she marry Phil?"
"Maybe she has a really cute baby. But with who? Mario?"
"If he isn't Asian, the kid won't be."
"Well, if the baby is half..."
"Not enough. Besides, Phil is way better."
"Yeah, but she'd never marry him."
"But-"
"Okay, fine. Two weeks ago, Phil came to perform a violin thing at Harvard, and I brought Gretchen to see him, because we're still all buddy-buddy and whatnot. Anyways, she and Phil fall madly in love and start an illicit affair. Also, now Gretchie is pregnant, and she and Phil are avoiding each other so as not to arouse suspicion."
"What about Nyx."
"She's living in Swahili, speaking Swahilian, and saving the world, one starving child at a time. She's doing great, though. That's kind of boring. No plot arc."
"Darn."
At that point, the bell rang, and we went up to my physics class. However, we resumed our discussion in the evening hours. A summary of that will come....tomorrow.
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