After a few minutes, Steph, Jen, and Amanda lose interest in the brownies, the Cheetos and Cheez-Its and Oreos we’ve been nibbling. I never lose interest. I finish the last of the brownies, scraping off the icing that has hardened around the tray’s edges while they move on to debating who is the most popular, or the best songs of Third Eye Blind, and weaving gigantic, serious plans for the rest of our lives:
