“Yeah, Jacob…Adams?” he began, squinting at me as he spoke my last name, cueing me for a nod. I helped him out, “Yeah, Adams. He was in Mrs. Johnson's class, too. You remember, Jacob, right?” “Ohhh, yeah….sure! Jacob Adams. Ohhhhhh…wait” she leaned in and lowered her voice, “Did we make out at the P.C. North …
