Regina
I felt like I had just stepped into some alternate universe. I was drawn into the house, and felt myself being passed around from person to person, most of whom I barely remembered. “You remember Reggie?” Emily would prompt anyone who looked at me with blank curiosity. “Reggie you remember—” Fill in the blank, so many names that I couldn’t possibly process. I shook more hands, while small children raced around underfoot, bumping into my legs, the walls, the furniture like small balls pinging around in a pinball machine. There were voices speaking, all at the same time, some louder than others. Every chair, couch, and flat surface was occupied by someone's butt.
And it wasn’t even a holiday! I wondered how many of these people had been drawn out by simple curiosity over my r
