Sitting on a concrete bench at the intersection of Honey Lane and Route 60, Darcie sips from a fruity smoothie and squints. Is that Clay over there across the street? Is that his truck? No. Didn't he end up going away to college in Oregon? Wasn't his hair longer? I wish his hair was longer. Wasn't he dating whatsherface?
She takes another sip and flexes away some brainfreeze.