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"And how is the blushing bride?" Pacey took a drink from the glass of lemonade in his
hand.
"She's fine. You know Andie, she's always fine. The perk that keeps on perking." Jack
swiped his hand across his forehead. "Man, it's hot." He leaned forward with his elbows
on his knees and looked sideways at Pacey. "So, is this weekend going to be totally
weird for you?"
"Why? Because all the women and former women in my life are converging on my
humble existence at exactly the same time? I don't think it'll be weird at all." He
shrugged. "I do think it'll be an exercise in remembering why you should move to a new
town every three or four months throughout your entire life."
Jack smiled. "So how long since you saw Joey?"
Pacey looked skyward, wondering how long he needed to delay before Jack would be
convinced that he actually had to think about it. "Seven months and three weeks.
Beginning of January."
"Have you guys even talked since then? Phone? E-mail? Anything?"
"Nope." He took another drink. "We've been giving it a break." Her face seemed to
grow up out of his imagination all of a sudden, and he closed his eyes to make it go
away. "It seems like it's been a long time."
"Can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
Jack hesitated a little, then pointed vaguely at Pacey. "Your hands are shaking."
Pacey pulled up his left hand and looked at it, and sure enough, it was trembling. Not a
lot, but a little. Enough. "Jesus, man, would you look at that? She's not even in town
and she's giving me the shakes. She's gonna get here, and I'm gonna have all kinds of
thoughts, and all I'm gonna want to do is just give in to every single one of them, and I
don't know until she gets here whether that's what I should do or not."
Jack stared out toward the water. "I have a feeling it's going to be quite a weekend."
Pacey nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, me too."
***
It was one of the nicest days of the year. Sunny, warm, with a soft breeze that was just
strong enough to dry the thin layer of sweat that formed on the forehead. As nice as it
was, though, Dawson couldn't help feeling a little ill as he stared out the window of his
parents' car on the way to the park. It might be too much -- just seeing Joey might be
too much, and there would be more than that to handle. There would be questions
about how California was treating him, which he wasn't especially anxious to answer,