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Love you (amongst others), Park

Park had quite a wit, but, in his own way, street-tough Sol outdid him. Shani flipped to the picture of
their pudgy, smiling school principal, whom Sol had practically obliterated with a thick, black cato pen.

Hi!

I hardly know you and I don't think you're that interesting a chick, but you've got something I want and
you know I've got something you need. If I let you see me, we don't go nowhere fancy and I expect my
money's worth right from the start. I don't want to hear about your feelings and your goals cause I have
no feelings and I can tell already you ain't going nowhere. If we get together, it will be for one thing only.
My number's in the book. Look it up.

Wait a sec, this isn't Debbie's book? Hell! Pay no attention to what you just read, Shani dear. It sure has
been grand knowing you and I just know deep in my heart that you will go far and better the world for all
of mankind. I really feel that you are an 'extra special person.' I have found our friendship profoundly
satisfying, and I will treasure your memory in the many days to come. God bless you!

Hey, by the way, Shani, how's about you calling me this summer and us getting together and going to a
drive-in. I'll buy you popcorn, with butter. We can rock my van's shocks.

Love your legs, Sol



She had better be careful not to let Kerry see his note. Thankfully, he hadn't written it onthat page. Sol
could be crude, but - once again in his own way - he was also sensitive. Though he was now seeing
Lena, he was extra careful to treat Kerry kindly. However, his politeness was a mixed blessing. Kerry
took it as a sign that he was still interested in her. Neither Angie nor she wanted to drive home the harsh
truth, that Kerry didn't stand an outside chance, hadn't from the moment Lena had curled her little finger
and let Sol know she was available, hadn't from the day of that disastrous pep rally.

It wasn't that Kerry was ugly. Though on the short side and a few pounds overweight, she had a
pleasant face and a fine figure, plus a genuinely striking smile, which she - sadly - flashed all too seldom.
Lost somewhere between blonde and brunette, her short shaggy hair needed styling. But with a good cut
and the right clothes -- which neither she nor her parents could afford -- shecould have competed with
almost any girl at school.

Except for Lena. Except for a perversely timed rip.
 It happened in November, during the week preceding the homecoming game when they were to play
their cross-town rivals and crown their new queen. Yet it had happened many times before, in cheap
teenage exploitation films, the thoughtless kind without a shred of realism or warmth. Perhaps that was
what had made the trick seem so especially base. However, though the fundamental idea had been
boringly simple, its implementation had never been so wickedly crafty.

In those days, Sol was going with Kerry. When he was not cutting classes, they could be seen laughing
hand-in-hand, one of the few happy couples on campus. Now Lena already disliked Kerry from aeons
past, and she began to take a fancy to Sol, and spread hints to the effect, thinking that would be
sufficient. It probably would have been, but Lena wasn't used to waiting. When Sol didn't immediately
come running into her arms, sheapparently decided to hasten his break up with Kerry. To this day,