“Thanks for the invite,” I said as I looked around at the large room. There were many people gathered for my friend’s sister’s reception. I call him my friend loosely as we had only recently reconnected through social media, and by recent, I mean like a few days ago.
“No problem, Turbo,” Ted said as he smiled at me.
“That was ages ago,” I said, shaking my head; it was amazing that name had stuck around for so many years, even when we were in high school. Ted’s name was Stretch because of his long arms and ability to palm a basketball with ease. My name was obvious. I had been the fastest person on both our football and basketball team.
“Can’t believe you returned home after all these years,” Ted said with amazement.
“Yeah,” I shook my head.
It had been sixteen years since I had come home to this mid-size town. It wasn’t a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. It was what some would call suburbia. The one thing different from all the other suburbs was this place was a football town. Everything stopped for the high school football games.