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He smiled defeatedly. "I guess it's a little late for me to say, 'What's your major?'"
She took the last gulp from her drink. "Pre-law. Catch you around campus."
Jack and Jen lay in the grass in the dark, staring up at the sky. "I swear," she said,
"after the way winter was, I thought it was never going to get warm again."
"Well, that's why I wanted to do this tonight," Jack replied, rolling a blade of grass
between his fingers. "It's the first nice, warm night, and I didn't want to miss it."
"Where's Pete tonight, anyway?" Jen watched the bright light of an airplane streak
across her view.
"He's got his English Lit study group. There are about a month of classes left in the
semester, so he's trying to make sure he doesn't fall behind."
She smiled and shifted on the blanket. "Everything still good with him?"
Jack sighed. "Very good." He paused, then said it again. "Very good."
***
"Ooh, that's twice. Glad to hear there's hope for the supermarket as a pickup joint." She
laughed. "Imagine how different your life would be if we hadn't gone looking for the
cranberry sauce that comes out in the shape of the can."
"Hey," he said softly, not sure whether to bring it up, "how about you?"
"What about me?" She knew.
"Are you seeing anybody? I mean, are there prospects on the horizon?" He imagined
the look he was sure was flashing across her face, and it made him want to reach over
and put his arm under her neck, but he didn't.
"I seem to be doomed at the moment," she said softly, watching a slight breeze ripple
the tops of a tall tree. "I don't seem to be able to meet anyone who's remotely available.
If there's one thing the universe has in plentiful supply, it's men with girlfriends."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
He thought about how to say it, whether he would hurt her feelings, and whether he
wanted to say it at all. Maybe it was better to leave it alone, in case it was going to open
a wound she was still working on recovering from. In the end, though, his concerns
about not asking beat the ones about asking. "Are you . . . are you sad about Pacey?"
She had told him the story a couple of weeks after it happened, insisting from the
beginning that she was fine, that she wasn't upset, and that she'd known from the
beginning that it wasn't a relationship or anything. He didn't think he quite believed her.