For thirty-two years, four months and five days I lived in the
same, small town. It had gotten to the point where I knew almost
everyone at the grocery store. Parents or children of
schoolmates, everyone. But, I never had too many friends and,
even worse, hadn’t had a girlfriend in over four years. I guess
I was a little wary of all the scuttlebutt and didn’t want to be
the object of gossip.
My best friends were Hank and Becky. I went to grade school and
high school with Hank; Beck was two years behind us.