The editor of Fiorella's high school class's monthly newsletter, tired of posting nothing but obits, has asked alums to contribute information about what we are now doing during our lives or have done. Fio has complied, but carefully. Your faithful correspondent wasn't Miss Popularity back then, and there's contingent of high school FB "friends" she's tangled with politically who hate her guts.
Why can't they be civilized? Fio has other friends--REAL friends--who disagree with her take on the state of the nation, but she can talk politics with them them without being called names.
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One thing Fiorella would never reveal to her former classmates is that she writes a daily blog that has a large following (on and off) across the globe. Not only would it would rip away her protective anonymity, but she'd be ostracized at reunions even more than she was in high school.
Actually, the ostracization was good for Fio's adult development. Self-reliance became the name of her game, and she's played it relatively well.
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On the other hand, because she is a little wicked, Fio might start dumping her accomplishments on her former schoolmates like hailstones. They already know--and are shocked or don't care--about her two published romances, but, as you know, Fiorella's got loads of other books, short stories, poems, and the like stored up to set loose upon the universe. She might even tell she is half Carpathian Rusyn, the tribe that Dracula came from. Or that she has a book full of nudes she sketched in a Life Drawing class. Or that she sleeps on the couch with her dog every night.
Not that she would say any of the above. They would just look at her with the same owl eyes they did in high school.
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