She even has a list of all the places she wants to see, my high school, our church (although I told her we almost never went), Conrad’s childhood home, and Janie’s house.“So how’s Philip?” I ask her as we back out of my driveway. I don’t tell her that I heard her across the hall, talking and laughing until nearly midnight.“He’s good,” she says.“So things are going well?”“Yeah,” she says, smiling. “I think we’re kind of dating…”I wait for more details, but I can tell she is finished talking about her personal life, so I decide not to press.A few minutes later, we turn the corner, nearing my old stomping ground. “There’s New Trier High School,” I say, pointing to the familiar brick building. “Home of the proud and mighty Trevians.”She nods, as I reach for my travel mug, take a sip of black coffee, and take a one-handed turn onto the mostly empty school grounds. I pull around the school, then into a parking spot, staring down at the track, deluged with memories.“What are you thinking?
