Potential Triggers:
* Realistic rape
* Mild violence (hair-pulling, slapping and name-calling).
# Class of 2006: Alice
It was early-afternoon on a Thursday when the doorbell rang. Alice had been upstairs sorting through her drawers, seizing on her unexpected free time to do a little spring cleaning. Having indulged the obligatory “who the hell could that be?” as she’d at the same time tried to decide whether or not to keep this or that set of bureaucratic correspondences, she’d stood amidst the mess of papers and ephemera that surrounded her and flounced her way from the bedroom downstairs to the door.
When she opened it, there was a man looking in at her. His face was beaming, his dark brown eyes glinting brightly in the sun.
“Alice!” he’d cried, appearing incapable of containing his joy, “Alice Patterson!”
Alice peered back at him, still a little preoccupied with the letters and the mess upstairs:
“Oh… Hello.” The utterance confounded her, for the man had not just used her name, but her maiden name as well.
He continued:
“It’s so nice to see you again! After all these years!”