But then she’d realized what he’d said – him, her and Denise. While Anne wasn’t entirely sure of Stan’s motives in inviting her, the fact th...at Denise would be coming along too was an opportunity not to be missed, given her earlier decision. Now all she had to do was open her mouth and speak. All. ‘Huh. Goodness, I hope I can come up with the right words!’ she worried. ‘Well, getting dressed up has always helped me relax in the past – let’s do it now.’ Anne knew she couldn’t go ‘all-out’. Bye.”June said goodbye to her sister and hurried out the door. On the drive over to Roger’s, she thought about what she was going to tell him about yesterday. Hopefully, he would realize that this wasn’t a fun night out for her but 3-1/2 hours of total humiliation. The hardest thing to tell him was going to be about her conversation with Gayle this morning. Before she had time to decide what, and when, to tell him about Gayle, she was in front of Roger’s apartment with him leaning against his. "What's the matter Tyrome? Ya going soft? She said I could almost feel her thumbing her nose at me. "No, I don't want ya getting killed if that damn brother shows up, me included, why not be a good girl, and clam the fuck up a while huh?" I told her hoping against hope that she took it to heart and actually give me a break. I should have known it was too good to be true as I saw her open her mouth to start in on me. "You forget who you are talking to! I am a member of the council! I could..." I. I had only time to say "I love you" to Tabby before I was gone.I came to rest standing on the access driveway to the Langston farm. It was a soft spring night, the buds beginning to open up on the trees. Somehow I knew just what night it was too.I hurried up the long driveway, just in time to hear Tabby say, "Down boy, you'll get your chance." And then I was certain. I was back on prom night, 1966.I was then faced with a couple of choices. I could stick around here and try to save Tabby's.