gushing over the side of the tub as it overflowed.
Aaron jumped to his feet and ran in to turn off the water but slipped on the floor and landed hard on his butt.
You know what they say about the best laid plans.
Chapter 3
âYou canât boycott the reunion!â Hayley wailed before stuffing a forkful of her favorite Jalapeno Macaroni and Cheese into her mouth at the Side Street Cafe. She was cramming in a quick lunch with best friends, Mona Barnes and Liddy Crawford, and Mona had just unceremoniously announced she would not be participating in their upcoming high school class reunion.
âGive me one good reason why not,â Mona growled before chugging the rest of her Bar Harbor Blueberry Ale.
âBecause it will give you a chance to catch up with people you havenât seen in twenty years,â Hayley said.
âI see you two every week. Thatâs enough. And I run into half our class all the frigginâ time at the grocery store and at the high school basketball games. As for the rest of the uppity snobs who went to fancy colleges and got high-paying jobs and just want to come back to the island and flaunt their success in front of us, well, to hell with them!â
âYou really shouldnât force her to go if she doesnât want to, Hayley,â Liddy said quietly while stirring her cup of Jasmine tea with a silver spoon.
âBut she has to go! I can name a dozen classmates coming from all over who will be disappointed if Monaâs a no show.â
âAnd I can name twice as many more who would rather not have a repeat of our ten-year reunion,â Liddy added, squeezing a lemon into her cup before delicately taking a sip.
âThat wasnât Monaâs fault,â Hayley said hastily.
âOf course it wasnât my fault,â Mona bellowed. âThat punk ass DJ you hired from Bangor refused to play any music from the year we graduated! I thought that was the whole point! Was it really going to kill him to play one, just one Hootie and the Blowfish song?â
âYou didnât have to punch him in the face!â
âIâve told you a hundred times, Liddy! That was not my fault.â
âHow can you blame the DJ? He just asked you politely to back away slowly from his turntable and then you went on the attack like some feral Pit Bull that hadnât been fed in a week!â
âI donât blame the DJ. I blame you !â
âMe? How is your lightning quick temper my fault?â
âBecause you were the one who insisted on splurging for an open bar, and you know how I get when I am overserved!â
âLadies, please. Can we dial it back a bit, please? Youâre scaring the wait staff,â Hayley begged, nodding to the bar.
A few of the servers were bunched up together, their eyes glued to the loud scene. When Mona spun her head around like Linda Blair in that Exorcist movie and glared at them, smoke practically steaming out of her ears, they banged into each other, pretending to be hard at work and not watching.
âWell, Iâll vote to have a cash bar this year so we donât have a repeat of our tenth reunion,â Hayley offered diplomatically, while poking at the last bit of macaroni in her bowl.
âIâm still not going,â Mona barked.
âWhy not?â Hayley asked, sighing.
âIf I never lay eyes on those three mean girl bitches who made our lives a living hell in high school then Iâll count myself lucky!â
âYou mean Sabrina, Nykki, and Ivy? Theyâre not so bad, Mona,â Liddy said, slurping down the rest of her tea.
âNot so bad? Are you kidding me? They wrote the word dyke on my locker in lipstick just because I had short hair and was fond of wearing bulky sweatshirts with dirty jokes written on the front.â
âYou still have short hair and wear bulky sweatshirts with dirty jokes written on the front,â Liddy said, smiling.
âThose girls
Aaron jumped to his feet and ran in to turn off the water but slipped on the floor and landed hard on his butt.
You know what they say about the best laid plans.
Chapter 3
âYou canât boycott the reunion!â Hayley wailed before stuffing a forkful of her favorite Jalapeno Macaroni and Cheese into her mouth at the Side Street Cafe. She was cramming in a quick lunch with best friends, Mona Barnes and Liddy Crawford, and Mona had just unceremoniously announced she would not be participating in their upcoming high school class reunion.
âGive me one good reason why not,â Mona growled before chugging the rest of her Bar Harbor Blueberry Ale.
âBecause it will give you a chance to catch up with people you havenât seen in twenty years,â Hayley said.
âI see you two every week. Thatâs enough. And I run into half our class all the frigginâ time at the grocery store and at the high school basketball games. As for the rest of the uppity snobs who went to fancy colleges and got high-paying jobs and just want to come back to the island and flaunt their success in front of us, well, to hell with them!â
âYou really shouldnât force her to go if she doesnât want to, Hayley,â Liddy said quietly while stirring her cup of Jasmine tea with a silver spoon.
âBut she has to go! I can name a dozen classmates coming from all over who will be disappointed if Monaâs a no show.â
âAnd I can name twice as many more who would rather not have a repeat of our ten-year reunion,â Liddy added, squeezing a lemon into her cup before delicately taking a sip.
âThat wasnât Monaâs fault,â Hayley said hastily.
âOf course it wasnât my fault,â Mona bellowed. âThat punk ass DJ you hired from Bangor refused to play any music from the year we graduated! I thought that was the whole point! Was it really going to kill him to play one, just one Hootie and the Blowfish song?â
âYou didnât have to punch him in the face!â
âIâve told you a hundred times, Liddy! That was not my fault.â
âHow can you blame the DJ? He just asked you politely to back away slowly from his turntable and then you went on the attack like some feral Pit Bull that hadnât been fed in a week!â
âI donât blame the DJ. I blame you !â
âMe? How is your lightning quick temper my fault?â
âBecause you were the one who insisted on splurging for an open bar, and you know how I get when I am overserved!â
âLadies, please. Can we dial it back a bit, please? Youâre scaring the wait staff,â Hayley begged, nodding to the bar.
A few of the servers were bunched up together, their eyes glued to the loud scene. When Mona spun her head around like Linda Blair in that Exorcist movie and glared at them, smoke practically steaming out of her ears, they banged into each other, pretending to be hard at work and not watching.
âWell, Iâll vote to have a cash bar this year so we donât have a repeat of our tenth reunion,â Hayley offered diplomatically, while poking at the last bit of macaroni in her bowl.
âIâm still not going,â Mona barked.
âWhy not?â Hayley asked, sighing.
âIf I never lay eyes on those three mean girl bitches who made our lives a living hell in high school then Iâll count myself lucky!â
âYou mean Sabrina, Nykki, and Ivy? Theyâre not so bad, Mona,â Liddy said, slurping down the rest of her tea.
âNot so bad? Are you kidding me? They wrote the word dyke on my locker in lipstick just because I had short hair and was fond of wearing bulky sweatshirts with dirty jokes written on the front.â
âYou still have short hair and wear bulky sweatshirts with dirty jokes written on the front,â Liddy said, smiling.
âThose girls
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