Lane told him everything. How university in New York City was the best experience of her life. How she had decided on a biochemistry major and worked at some of the highest level laboratories in the world. How her research had taken her from Tanzania to England. How her sister was going to college in California and her parents had finally been able to buy a house in their hometown.
“Have you ever seen the ball drop?”
“Once.”
“Did you ever get a cat and name it Sprinkles?”
“Yes, but I named her Church.”
“Do you still hate pickles?”
“With a passion.”
“How many boyfriends ha-”
“Two, and no, I don’t have one right now.”
“Do you ever miss me?”