Settled

In Toronto, the four of us boarded another bus. Back in Waterloo two hours later, the girls took a taxi home. Ancra and I chatted for some time, then parted ways. That week in Montreal was the start and end for us. He was on his way to greatness, and I was at square one. He studied in America after high school, and skipped commencement when November came. I stayed aware of him thanks to my dealings with his friends, but we kept no contact. As predicted, he could not be followed.