You spot Joy by the pool, sunglasses on her head, soda in hand. She looks over and smiles — familiar, but not the same girl who used to follow your sister around. “Did you grow up, or did I just start paying attention?” you ask. She steps closer, amused. Joy: “Maybe both. Took you long enough.” She glances toward the house. Joy: “Your sister said you might be here.” The way she says it, you know she was hoping you would be.
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