He called you pretty, he finally continued, his frown deepening. That's practically an insult, the way you look right now. You're much more than beautiful.I laughed. You might be a little biased.I don't think that's it. Besides, I have excellent eyesight.We were twirling again, my feet on his as he held me close.So are you going to explain the reason for all of this? I wondered.He looked down at me, confused, and I glared meaningfully at the crepe paper.He considered for a moment, and then changed direction, spinning me through the crowd to the back door of the gym. I caught a glimpse of Jessica and Mike dancing,staring at me curiously. Jessica waved, and I smiled back quickly. Angela was there, too, looking blissfully happy in the arms of little Ben Cheney;she didn't look up from his eyes, a head lower than hers. Lee and Samantha, Lauren, glaring toward us, with Conner; I could name every face that spiraled past me.And then we were outdoors, in the cool, dim light of a fading sunset.