Kit and Marty were about to get married, it was weeks away but they were nervous.  Both were in love with each other and it was a wonderful thing to see.  Kit was now 3 years sober.

            Marina and Jenny had moved away a year before, Marina selling her shares to Lara and Kit.  They’d wanted a fresh start and once they’d visited New Orleans a few times, they found themselves drawn to the place.  They’d moved, and had started up a small internet coffee shop, you could surf the web and sip your coffee.  They visited every so often; but it was more sporadic as the year passed. 

            Dana’s career was on high gear, she won at least one grand slam tournament per year.  She and Alice had gotten married, in a huge event, planned by Brian’s friend Emmet who went all out and they were all out at the wedding.  Everyone dressed in black and white, and the brides in equally stunning Armani suits.  Alice was writing full time for Rolling Stone; and had finally given up the Mini, for a cuter Scion.

*****

            “Are we going to get this party started?”  Tina asked, as the rest of the gang walked into the house behind her; carrying presents and hugging the birthday boy.  Jesse’d had a party the day before with his friends, but today was the party with ‘his girls’ as he liked to call them. 

            There was a lot of joking, and even more food throwing as Jesse decided that throwing his cake at Sam was much more fun that eating it.  Sam had wiped off the frosting, and given a cool stare at the roaring Shane and had taken her own piece of cake and pushed it into Shane’s open mouth.  Smearing it everywhere, the table had then erupted in chaos. 

            Two hours into the party Jesse was opening his gifts as the door bell rang and Jesse ran up and answered the door, with Jayden right behind him. 

            As the door swung open, Jayden’s jaw dropped and the plate she was holding tumbled from her fingers, shattering on the floor.  Jayden stammered, as they all came rushing into the room, all stopping dead in their tracks.

            “Dad.”