Short Story
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
The revelation set off a cascade of thoughts in Scott’s head, each one more frantic than the last, as he imagined the ripple effects on the reunion’s schedule, the speeches, and the sentimental tributes that had already been painstakingly outlined. “If Mrs. Wilkes isn’t there, who’s going to chair the ceremony?” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the soft hiss of the soda fountain. His concern was not merely logistical; it was rooted in the deep respect he held for the woman who had, for decades, served as the unofficial matriarch of their graduating class, her presence a comforting constant at every milestone. He recalled the way she would linger after meetings, offering warm, peppered advice, and he imagined the emptiness that would settle over the gathering if her chair sat unfilled. Marc, meanwhile, ran his thumb over the worn edge of his coffee mug, his thoughts spiraling into memories of Mrs. Wilkes’ uncanny ability to remember every student’s name, a skill that had made even the most reticent alumni feel seen.
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