May, 1987
Michael continued to dance with Lisa, who had lapsed into an icy silence. He had no idea why she seemed so annoyed at him. He wondered if Lindsay was enjoying herself more than he was. For the hundredth time he looked over to where she was dancing with Roger and saw that she was looking at him, too. His mouth went dry as their eyes met. Even at this distance he could see the longing in her eyes. She gave him a small, sad smile. He smiled back.
"Okay, what is going on between you and Lindsay?" Lisa said suddenly, pulling away from him.
"What?"
"My friends told me there was something weird about you two and I didn't believe them, but you've been looking at her all night and it's starting to creep me out."
"There's nothing—she's my sister!" Michael stammered. "Who's saying that?"
"Everyone is, and I'm starting to think they're right. The way you two act around each other is seriously messed up."
"Jesus, what is wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?"
"Look, there is nothing going on between me and Lindsay, so you can tell all your friends that."
"Whatever, I'm so done with this," she said.
"Fine!" he said angrily as she turned on her heel and stalked away.
