Gwen threaded her way through the occupied tables in the cafeteria until she reached one of the smaller empty tables. She sat down and looked at the dingy paint on the wall just a few feet away and wondered how long it had been since the school was painted. Grandpa Max had told her and Ben about when the school was first built when their fathers attended it back when it was a high school and she wondered if her father had stared at the same wall back when it had a fresh coat of paint.
“Hi Gwen,” a girl said as she stepped up to the other side of the table and set her tray down on the table. “Mind if I join you?”
“Mind it?” Gwen said with a smile as her best friend sat down across from her, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you after being away all summer, Jane. What was your summer like?”