I Never Married After My High School Sweetheart Vanished on Prom Night in 1985—Last Week, a Little Girl Handed Me His Prom Boutonniere

carry cardboard stars through the hallway, arguing over table centerpieces.

Last Thursday, one of the younger teachers leaned against the serving counter while I scooped mashed potatoes.

“You know,” she said, “you’d probably win Prom Queen today.”

I laughed. “Oh, honey. That ship sailed a long time ago.”

“So you went?”

“Once.”

She smiled. “What was he like?continue reading …