And here we were now—stealing small glances at each other and looking away as just quickly. I wondered if she was reliving our moments like I was.
“So how is life in New Mexico?” another one of my old friends asked me. This was at least the tenth time that I’d been asked this question. It was annoying, but I couldn’t blame them for asking. Aside from a few children and being promoted at the same jobs they had since 2010, nothing had changed in our small town.
“Oh, it’s really cool. I visit Arizona a lot for my job and I’m thinking of moving there soon,” I absentmindedly replied.
“Like, the desert? How hot does it get there?” Cheryl’s eyes were wide. I inwardly chuckled at how intrigued she was.
“Well, I mean, it gets pretty hot, but it’s a dry heat, so it’s not so bad. When I visit Pho
