The silence told me everything before she said anything else.
I said: what reunion, Alison.
She said: the twenty-year.
She said: from Millbrook.
She said: it’s next Saturday.
She said: at the Holloway Hotel.
She said: I got the invitation months ago.
She said: I assumed you got one too.
She said: and then I mentioned it to someone from our class last week and they said they hadn’t heard whether you were coming.
She said: and I thought that was an odd thing to say. Whether
you were coming. Not that they hadn’t heard from you.
She said: so I’m calling to ask.
She said: did you get an invitation?
I said: no.
She said: no.
I said: no.
She said: Claire.
I said: I know.
She said: that is deliberate.
I said: probably.
She said: definitely.
I said: yes.
She said: that is a deliberate choice by someone to make sure you specifically were not invited.
