The girl with the red umbrella has haunted me for years now. When I met her, I was twenty-nine, and trying to put off thirty for as long as I could. Thirty is the age where people start asking if

January Jorge was just about to drag me over to my bike when we heard the cheerleaders screaming. "Hey, hey, hold up!" I yanked my arms out of my backpack straps so he couldn't wrestle me over to the metal rack. "You