They Called Me “The Whale”-But the Head Cheerleader Chose Me for Prom. Twenty Years Later, Fate Gave Me a Chance to Repay Her

immediately.

Former athletes clustered near the bar.

Old friends occupied the center tables.

People laughed about teachers, football games, and memories that had probably seemed important when they were eighteen.

And, strangely enough, nobody approached him.

Not at first.

Ten years had passed.

Yet some things hadn’t changed at all.