"Yeah. If the situation had been a little different . . . " She raised one eyebrow. "I don't think he ever found a place where he fit in. The good old days," Cree said. "When you showed up in Woodstock, you had a friend."
"Amber," Willow said.
"Wasn't she from the Bay Area?"
"Yep—she's in Vancouver, Washington, now. She's a pediatrician. She married a developer with pots of money. They have two spoiled kids."
"She was gorgeous," Cree said.
"She's hanging in there," Willow said. "A line of men was following her around in the mall the last time I saw her."
"Men." Cree shook her head. "They come in handy at a picnic—as my mother used to say. You got the last good one. Patrick is a sweetie."
"As long as you put the pliers back. Jesus." Willow said. There was a great commotion from the attackers as they ran back towards their own goal holding their arms in the air. Mustangs down, one-zip. "Oh, dear."
"We will conquer," Cree said.
"Martin's going to be upset. He's planning to be a World Cup goalie."