“Well, I guess this girl knows,” she said, pointing at the letters behind my
back. “Who is she?”
“I don’t know. She wouldn’t tell me her name. She wants me to meet her tomorrow
night in the woods outside town.”
“Are you gonna go?”
“I don’t know.”
“You ought to, if you like her.”
“Would you cover for me, with mom and dad?”
“Hey, what’re big sisters for?”
I kept to myself that day. Then, at the end of the day, there was note in my
locker again. Again, I waited till I got home and was alone before I opened it.
She wrote about how beautiful my I looked in the showers that day. She said she
could see my body when she closed her eyes, like a ghost in her mind. She told
me how much she wanted to kiss me again and rub her hands and mouth all over my
naked flesh. I got up and wozily walked to my door to double-check the lock.
Then I moved my dresser in front of the door, too. And hour later, I stumbled
downstairs to dinner, flushed and barely able to walk. My sister noticed and
gave me a coy smile. I grinned and went bcak upstairs to do my homework.
Friday, I was nervous again. Not for the same reasons I had been nervous before.
this time I was nervous about meeting her and what would happen. But I was very
happy, too. My friends noticed it, too. Beth asked me what was going on. I gave
her the same smile I gave my sister and said, “What, is there some law against a
girl being happy?”
Franky spoke up and said, “There is when it’s you. You’re always Miss
Doom-and-Gloom.”
“Fuck you, Franky.”
“Any time, gorgeous.”
I laughed and went to history class.
After school, I went home to change. I put on tight jeans and a flowing blouse.
No bra.
I snuck out under the pretenses of studying with Beth and Franky. I planned to
study, but it wasn’t going to be the Pythagoreum Theorum or even the Civil War
tonight. Tonight I was going to study biology. The female body, in particular.
I went to the spot in the woods she had told me and sat down. It was almost
sunset. I sat on a large, flat rock and watched it go down. I had thought to
bring a flashlight, luckily. And I know these woods like the back of my hand. I
used to play here all the time as a little girl. My black denim jacket wasn’t
much protection agains the Pennsylvania winter, though. I started to get
impatient, and was just about to leave, thinking she had chickened out when I
heard a voice from up in tree, say, “Put the flashlight down, Molly.”
I did and heard her climbing down fromher perch. She had been there the whole
time. She hugged me and she didn’t even feel cold at all, even though she had
been out longer than me. In fact, she felt hot, just like she had in the locker
room. I still couldn’t see her face and I asked her again who she was.
“You don’t know?” she asked, a little suprised?
…End of the part5. To be continued..