Saints and Misfits - Grand Format

I take out a granola bar and cradle Flannery's complete stories in my lap. With the first taste of oats 'n' honey, I fall into "The Life You Save May Be Your Own." It's shady here due to an old oak tree standing sentry beside the steps, and I'm doing okay so far. But the light shifts, maybe a cloud moves, and that or something else makes me look up, toward the front of the building. Jeremy's getting out of his car in the parking lot, his arm outstretched, opening the door.
I lean back and lift Flannery up to my face, thinking Tars would call this cosmic, me reading the line Are yon married or are you single ? just as Jeremy shows upon the horizon. His arms appear in my mind. The arms I saw when I searched for him in last year's yearbook. He was standing with some of the guys from the baseball team, strong, ran arms crossed so hard across his chest that the veins etched an imprint in me.
I never knew until that moment that you could look at someone's arms and want them around you so badly.