It has been many years since I graduated from high school. My body has thickened, and my face is melting. However, such is the lot of women who live past forty as was impressed upon me yesterday by the sight of over a dozen old classmates on my computer last night.
It was supposed to be an online cocktail party; I drank a little too much red wine instead.
“Did you talk about the faith?” asked Benedict Ambrose, or words to that effect.