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

table at Tara, who was busy trying to balance a spoon on her nose.

“What do you think, monkey?” I asked.

She let the spoon tumble into her cereal.

“Do they have pancakes in Egypt?”

Grant laughed.

“We can make pancakes anywhere.”

So we went.

We rented a small apartment on the second floor of a building with a garden below. Tara loved that garden. Every afternoon,continue reading …