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know.”
    He smiled.
    It was a late breakfast.
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    “Nothing’s changed.”
    “Were you expecting flying cars?”
    I pointed at her and she smiled. I liked that. That she smiled. I didn’t have a lot of memories of her smiling. If any. I’d have to look through my photos, but I was pretty sure there hadn’t been a lot of smiles in the pictures I randomly took of her.
    Yeah, I didn’t know this Sarah at all. But I wanted to.
    I wanted to know why she had gotten clean. I wanted to know about the house. I wanted to know everything she had done in the past four years.
    It was a strange feeling.
    I looked around the Pierce Point Café and saw that not much had changed. The old white and navy blue had been replaced by a pale cream color, so everything didn’t look seasick anymore. The walls were pretty much the latest update. These were the same waitresses who had served me pancakes after tying one on as a teenager. I opened the backpack I brought along and eased the lens cap off my camera. Before Sarah could blink, I had the camera up. I caught her image just as her lashes lowered like they always did, but the little rise of her lips still remained and a tiny blush darkened her cheeks. She’d never let me take a picture of her with her eyes looking at me. Even when she had been hammered, she’d hide her eyes from me. It was as annoying now as it had been then.
    “Put that down.” She reached over and pushed on the camera.
    “I still have them, you know.”
    “Stop it. Put that down or I’m leaving.”
    I set the camera down on the table because I knew she would leave. I didn’t want her to leave. “I love that you don’t ask what them is.” She blushed completely. Resting my elbow on the table, I propped my chin on my hand to gaze at her. “God, you were sexy.”
    “Shut up. We’re in a restaurant. There are kids in here.”
    “So sexy. Once you got over the shyness, you were so sexy as you lay on your bed. Every glorious naked inch of you caught in my camera. Let’s do it again. I’m way better now.”
    “I am not doing nudies with you.”
    “Yes, you will.”
    A frustrated sound came from her and she grabbed the same menu I remembered and held it up. I laughed. Bracing my forearms on the table I leaned over. “You know how I know you will?”
    She dipped down the laminated edge and looked at me.
    “Your nipples are hard.”
    “William.” She hit me with the menu then folded her arms over her breasts. “You’re a lunatic.”
    “I know. It adds to my allure.”
    “Good morning, folks. Coffee?”
    I sank back and flipped over the white mug with Pierce Point Café written in red script. I lifted my eyebrow, and Sarah looked at the waitress and nodded. I turned her cup over and loved that she picked up her menu again to hide her blush. And her breasts. Sweet.
    “I’m having the pancakes. Double stack. Butter on the side and blueberry syrup. Double order of bacon too.”
    “I’ll have the same but a single serving of each.”
    The order was written down and there was a sudden intake of breath. “William Deveraux! Oh lands, I didn’t even notice.”
    I looked away from Sarah who was adding sugar to her coffee. “Hi, Sally. How are you?”
    “Oh I’m fine. A little bit of rheumatism, but you don’t care about that. How are you, boy?”
    Wrecked and burned out. But one didn’t go about saying that. No one gave a damn about my shit. “Doing good.”
    “Look at you. Still handsome as ever.” I half expected her to reach over and ruffle my hair. Sally had always fit my mould of the stereotypical waitress. She had to be in her sixties now but she still dyed her hair a harsh jet black. Too much pink blush, too much orangey-red lipstick. Happy wrinkles on her face, a clichéd style waitress uniform a size too small, and black shoes made for comfort not style. She was friendly, gossipy, and always gave me extra syrup.
    Sally glanced at Sarah and did a double take. Sarah lifted her fingers in a