Nat was euphoric. For some time now, for no apparent reason, the Peach Pit had returned to the trendy club of ten years earlier. It was just four in the afternoon and the phone kept ringing, but the answer, from that moment on, would have been the same and peremptory.

"No, I'm sorry we're sold out for tonight."

Reservations were full and it was days that it was impossible to find a place for dinner in the Busicchio restaurant without taking care to reserve one before arriving at the restaurant. He had thought of reprinting the knights who declared the table "reserved" and which he admired satisfied. Especially the one on the table next to the juke box, which recited "Walsh 81" and which announced that that night would have the most welcome guests, the friends of a 20-year period. They seemed to have disappeared from his life and his "kitchen"; and instead they had started to crowd the club again for a few weeks and just that evening they would all have dinner together, as hadn't been the case for years. The boys got to the cut. The first was Brandon, who in Kelly's company walked through the door at 7 pm o'clock, attached to his cell phone, who was discussing whether to publish or delay a certain article.

"It's like that for half an hour, I'm about to give it up and go to Jackie's, at least I enjoy my son," Kelly said with a smile, before hugging Nat.

"How are you?"

"I've been better, welcome, that's your table."

"Yes, Barret I have to say hi or risk the lynching, I'm in the minority now."

Brandon hooked up and shook his friend's hand, before seating with Kel. She looked slightly nervous, the girl thought it was for that phone call that had just ended, and at the request Walsh had confirmed it was work, but nothing important. Soon after, Steve and Valerie made their entrance.

"Oooooh the real estate agent and his beautiful client, come on Sanders."

"Still with this story?" The friend replied, with a slightly annoyed smile. Kel didn't understand and Bran whispered to him in one ear "after I'll tell you."

"How are you Kelly?" Valerie asked.

"I was better before," the interlocutor promptly replied.

"We never change huh?" Val asked her.

"When things work because they change," she replied. They smiled, almost had fun.

"I guess, okay, Steve sit next to Brandon, I follow you," and she added in a low voice, "So I'm away from her" Kelly luckily didn't hear. It was the turn of the Silver family; Ethan slept blessed, the pediatrician had explained to Donna that it is quite normal for the first few months of growth the baby to change his habits and sleep-wake cycles, now lengthening one hour the other. He added not to delude himself, this phase could last even a few days or a few weeks, no one had a precise recipe. The fact was that Donna finally slept longer, was more rested and therefore relaxed, and David had his wife. He had decided to bury the liason with Valerie, had deleted the last text message received without even reading it and had returned thoughtful and serene. They seated in front of Steve and Val, leaving the stroller with Ethan next to the table. So it was Dylan and Brenda's turn: McKay was satisfied with the day he spent with his son, he seemed to have found an inner serenity that Kel knew well. And she knew it had a very limited duration, before he was hung up by his demons. But that evening she didn't want to think about it; he didn't want to think about it; Brenda stood next to him holding him by the hand. Brandon hasn't seen his sister so happy in centuries. Isn't happiness in the background that? Ties in a place called home. They hadn't been together for years, since the pieces had spread, slowly. And now he was sitting down. In the midst of them. That he had seen grow, that they had seen him grow.

Here it is, happiness. He shook Kel's hand without looking at her, there was no need for it. And then he smiled.

"Guys, what can I bring you?" Nat broke into the scene.

"Nat do you - Steve took the floor - prepare a flurry of burgers, chips, water, coke, beer, don't care about expenses... Walsh pays tonight!"

"You always have a huge heart Sanders. What is it, has your editorial project from online navigation already gone to shipwreck?"

"Yes, make fun of me, in a few years you will beg me to write for my creature...and I, with a lot of generosity, will allow you to be a proofreader."

"Of course, Steve dreams, dreams are free."

"Once your dreams had the third, cup C – Dylan intervened - you grew up, little Sanders."

"You have teamed up against me, I see...yours is just envy"; the atmosphere was very relaxed, jokes, puffs, glances of understanding were wasted. Valerie showed Donna her last Prada purchase and the girl thought that since she became a mom she had neglected her wardrobe, for the first time in her life.

"Being a mother is the most beautiful experience in the world – Kel told her – but we must never forget that we are women first and we must not mortify our nature...the excessive use of credit cards!" And they all burst out laughing.

Meanwhile came the first round of burgers and chips, in addition to the soft drinks. Everyone drank beer and water, except Dylan and Donna who folded on coke, the first for the past, the second for the present.

Of course they could have chosen a more elegant place, more refined food. But they would never have chosen a different place than that. It was as if their souls had remained there and their presence itself putting them back together. In the right place. At the right time. Ethan woke up claiming the baby food, Donna covered herself with a wide cloth and breastfed him in the club.

"Oooh how wonderful!" The girls exclaimed in unison, while the boys, embarrassed, looked everywhere except in the direction of their mother; all except David, who looked tenderly at his wife and avoided, without too much effort, the look of Valerie, who in truth that evening was taken by Steve, on whom he constantly held his hand on his thigh and caressed him without malice. Sanders received a text message on his cell phone, Janet sent it.

"I'll watch it later, I don't want to ruin my evening," he thought.

"You have no limits Dylan" Brenda picked up the guy who was at the third burger "Brenda, after London and Ecuador, it's the first time I've added a burger worthy of the name"

"Yes, but this is the third and you're gaining weight in plain sight," Brandon told him.

"Look at you," McKay replied.

"Yes, what else do you need to develop? The regrowth of the scalp, you're gaining pounds and losing your hair," Steve told him, and everyone still laughing. Nat was happy to see "his boys" present and happy, at least serene, happy to be together. Kel's phone started ringing "mom". It was Jackie. Brandon got up to let Kel out willing to walk away to feel better. He looked at her instinctively for protection. Kel suddenly turned around and smiled at him before the "hello." The phone in her hand, the perfect face. In a fraction of a second the face became stone, black obsidian. Eyes barred. Lost.

"Kel" just said Brandon enough to silence and turn everyone else towards her.

The phone slipped away from Kelly's fingers and shattered to the ground just as her bones had been shattered.