She looked pretty good, in her opinion. She debated on putting on makeup but decided since they were not going out and it was their last night as a co...ple, there wasn’t any point. She ran a brush through her hair and called it done.She knew it was probably best to end things with Jim and be done with it, but it was her birthday, and she didn’t want to have to deal with the unpleasantries and ruin her day. She would do it the next day, or maybe the day after. The funny thing was, she had been. My mind was in a whorl. Here I was, talking with my PE teacher, in the coach’s locker room, while she was wearing only her underwear. And she was acting as if it was the natural thing in the world to do.“I’ve enjoyed having you in my class this semester, Andrew. You have always been such a nice young man.“Thanks, Mrs. Goodwin,” I said falling back into formality. “I’ve liked being in you class.”“Just another couple of weeks and you’re off for the summer. Any vacation plans?”“I don’t think so.. James thought that was a little crazy, but he was there tolisten, not to judge.The following Saturday, James called and told Reagan to wear somethingcasual and "not too couture." He showed up dressed like a Gap catalogand driving a seven-year-old Toyota. He said he was there to takeReagan out for a day free from snobbery and paparazzi, enjoying thethings that middle-class people do for fun. They started at an arcade,where James won Reagan a pink fuzzy teddy bear playing Skee-Ball.After that,. I found his office, it was on Burns Bay Road, half a block down from Longueville Road. His office was upstairs in an old brick building, part way down the hallway. The sign on the door “Craig & Craig; Landscape and Conservation Architects” told me I was at the right place. I opened the door, knocking on it as I entered.Ian was sitting at a desk, talking to someone on the phone, and Celia was at the large drafting board, no doubt working on some project. They waved at me as I entered, and Ian.