“Is it someone’s birthday today?” Shane asks.

“It can be mine if you’re buying presents.” I grin.

“March fifth. It’s an important date. Why?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug while spooning another mountain of mashed potatoes into my mouth.

“Does March fifth mean anything to you?” he asks Mom and gets the same answer. He sits in the chair across from me with two deep lines between his eyebrows.

“Why?” I ask. Mom slaps my shoulder when I talk with a full mouth.

“All day this date has been bugging me. Something happened today but I can’t remember what.”