Untold

After my initial interest in the pianist, the target of my curiosity switched to another transfer student who showed up two months later in October. Around when Yugoslavia, Metallica, Iraq, and Clarence Thomas were the topics of the day, I was sitting in a chemistry classroom at the end of lunch. While I was waiting for the bell, a girl came in and plopped down next to me. “We meet again, Gale Jones. Did you miss me, my one and only fan?”