George and Sylvia got together at my birthday party, the night of the ice storm. It shoulda been me with George – our school's shaggy black haired, blue eyed cornerback – but I was busy playing good hostess.
I thought Sylvia was my friend, but she shrugged and used the line about fairness and love and war. I've decided there's no difference between the two.
Sylvia stayed late after school one day with the math teacher, Mr. Schultz, who's a hunk, and I told Tina my suspicions. She's the queen of rumors.
And now I'm waiting for the ice to thaw.
Rosemary Baker lives in northwest
Copyright 2008 Rosemary Baker
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