The rambunctious lunch line wound around the cafeteria, snaking by the salad bar, and over to the milk coolers. Randy was behind me. His eyes were hot on my neck. He was staring, but I had no idea why, and asking him would be too awkward to bear. “Ashley ever show?” I asked to break the silence. He scooped a couple of boiled eggs onto his tray and dropped the spoon back into the container.