“It’s going so well, I can’t believe it! No one has pantsed me. No more ‘Jheri-curl George.’” George turned to Marley and raised his champagne.

“I guess people really do mellow out as they get older. Aren’t you glad you came? Stickin’ it to the bullies who treated you like shit before?” Marley smiled and placed her hand on George’s back. He smiled back.

“Nice CURLS.” Horse_ebooks galloped by, wearing dark sunglasses, his mane glistening in the disco ball’s sparkling light. George’s shoulders dropped.

“Hey! I don’t—” but the horse was already running out of ear shot, “—even have hair anymore….”