What were the chances? I hadn’t seen Sara in 14 years. We went to college together, one year apart, and I always had a soft spot for her. One of my favorites. But we hadn’t spoken a word since graduation. Then out of nowhere, a friend of a friend of a friend … a connection was made and I was driving to the cape with my camera.
I pulled up. Beautiful Sara, barefoot in grass, looked exactly the same. Bright. Huge smile. A halo of sun. Only difference: a gaggle of little girls was trailing behind her. Rolled up in ringlets and hot pink glasses. Freckles, milked skin, tiny buttons, and bubble wands. A little parade of perfection.
What were the chances?