Some boys just didn’t value what they had. A blue saloon pulled up outside the cinema and the boy looked at his phone before turning towards the car.... The driver tapped impatiently on the steering wheel as she waited, windows wound down and blaring music into the night air. Disentangling himself from the cinema girl, the boy gave her a quick peck on the cheek before climbing into the passenger seat of the car and leaning over to give the driver a long kiss on the mouth. The car pulled away with. They taught herbasketball and how to rebound against bigger opponents and most of all,they were constantly wrestling with each other and her, playfullyshoving at each other and by summer's end she was pushing back withconsiderable force.She grew three inches that summer and weighed half again what she didwhen Billy the Bully Hollister threw her down. Still, she went frombeing thin and waifish to being athletic and healthy. She had let herblonde hair grow out and now it fell nearly down to her. “Can’t help ya,” she said, waving me out. “You’ll have to come back later.”“You don’t even know what I need to ask.”“Doesn’t matter,” she said and looked at the clock. “It’s almost lunchtime. I’m not gonna miss my show.”“Ma’am, please...”“I’m not your ‘Ma’am’,” she barked suddenly. Then she settled back into her chair and said, “Name’s Selma.”I nodded. “Selma. Please. I only need to know if a particular person has stayed here recently.”“How recent? My memory’s not what it used to be.”“A few. ‘Yeah. So naturally the first thing I did was think with my dick. No, I’m joking. Sort of. I had a friend. Maybe more of an acquaintance. But we talked a lot during lunch. And we liked each other. She was much younger than me. And at the time had a very sombre, gothic vibe about her. She did accounting and other things for the school administration. Named Katya. ‘Years before, she had been a student at the school. But she was never in any of my classes. For years she lived in LA. Dated a minor.