She was leaning against the wall. We waited for Sam Wright. It was odd, until I realised that the self-assured Sam was the same Sam who had been on the edge of Hanson’s crowd. His hair was longer then too, and he wasn’t as clean looking. Back then he smoked joints and played the guitar. He had done the most incredible reinvention ever. The thing was that he didn’t really see who I was either. Acting Expedition Leader…. After being the silent and gloomy art student. He had rung me earlier with a kind of shock in his voice. How could we not realise? Connections were springing up all over the place. Sam was wearing sunglasses. He had the car keys dangling by one finger. ‘You really ought to look a little less suspicious.’ He said to me while looking at Marcia. ‘I’m on a spring break,’ I said, ‘and what’s wrong with me?’ ‘You still look like and art student.’ said Sam, tapping me on the chest and then getting out a cigarette. He offered me one, but I shook my head.
