Time hasn’t spared you, Mironova.
“Get lost, Kuznetsov!” Now look in the mirror. Your belly shows in your bald spot.
“You’re still the same nasty one. Where’s the man?”
Right on target. Her husband went to a younger one; the new admirer took her money and vanished.
“Yes, I’m a total loser.”
And I wasn’t even planning to go to this class reunion! I was just passing by. By the law of sod, in my old jeans, with an unwashed head, and with all my extra pounds.
And then there he is—my first love. The one who ruined my whole life. The one who tortured me all through school years. And the one I still hate so fiercely that my heart skips beats.