And my old friends—I wonder how they spend their days now. Jenny, who knew everything, who loved to argue just for the sake of arguing. In high school, people called her abrasive, but she was well-meaning and always looking out for us. Sarah, who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. In spite of this, or perhaps because of it, she was generous and kind and thoughtful. She had a way of making people feel special, of listening so intensely and
