Once she was dressed, she spent a few minutes looking at the framed photos on the dresser and bookcase. The pictures represented milestones in the Bishop family-- weddings, graduations, family vacations. One photo in particular caught her eye and she picked it up. It depicted a teenaged Chris holding a racquet and posing with what was clearly his high school tennis team. He wore a huge smile and stood next to a giant trophy engraved with the words State Champions. Yikes. He was handsome even in high school. Melanie imagined a corp of coeds fighting over him. She replaced the picture then studied the one next to it-- another of teenaged Chris, this time wearing a black tux, his arm around a pretty girl in a pink formal. Obviously a prom. Again he looked incredible. Lucky girl. Melanie’s senior prom date held no fond memories. She'd gone with John Klingerhammer, a boy she'd known since fourth grade who went by the unfortunate nickname of Itchy. He'd panted and pawed her all night until she'd finally jabbed him in the eye with her corsage.
