He got out and looked around, at the Rices’ old house on the left, and the Carolls’ on the right. They both looked pretty much the same as he remembered, and the effect was eerie, that he’d not only come back to Lincoln Corners but had also gone back in time as well. Didn’t anything around here ever change, he wondered? A woman came out of the house and through the porch, the storm windows installed over the screens, and walked down the front steps. Oh yes. Some things did change. The thin girl had morphed into a lovely woman. Not a knockout, but certainly not the girl that didn’t get asked to dance. Her straight black hair flowed to the middle of her back unimpeded, and she still wore glasses but ones that fit her face and heightened the intelligence in her eyes. She was a little on the plus side, a far cry from the stick figure girl of memory, but she carried it well, even in the simple jeans and t-shirt she wore. Very well, he thought. She was almost as tall as him, but in possession of a lot more curves.
