Second String

I was with a group of people, all of us in our twenties. (It was nice to feel young again.) One of the women of the group had run around sticking a string in everyone's hands. "So who's going with me?" she shouted and tugged on the string, which broke and all the people let go of their part of the string. The other end of her short remaining bit fell to the floor. Most of the group looked at her like she was nuts. She looked like she was about to cry. I bent over and picked up the other end of the piece she was holding.

"I'll go."