She didn't manage to get more than a few hugs and caresses and one deep kiss from him the rest of the time they were there at the campgrounds.Once she... got home, though, she began to call him on the phone more and more often.She had a confidant. One who even if older, still understood her, and one whom she could discuss anything with. And now she needed that.Time passed. Their phone conversations became very important to her. His promise to listen, and to love and to never judge had become. " ... to what?" My heart skipped several beats. She didn't mean..."To have fun, silly! C'mon. I'll buy you a drink. There might even be something new at the theater."There wasn't, but Sandy bought me a cold beer anyway, without even asking my age, and we sat at an outdoor table at the bar watching the people pass. She was 21, she said, and loved summer because of the people – there for a week, sometimes a month – who she would befriend and keep in touch with all winter. She said it kept her. I guess that's what you want me to do, Sarge." Yeah, that looks like our only practical solution, but you won't go out by yourself. The rest of us will go along to provide covering fire if you need it. How soon can you be ready?" It will take me about half an hour to gather up everything so that I can be sure of making only one trip out there. I'll let you know when I've got everything together." Okay, but how do you feel about Bixby? Do you trust her to cover you?" Yeah, she's okay as long as. One of the few who were crying, and making a big display of herself as she always had, was Kathy Miller, –or at least her maiden name was ‘Miller,’ though I had no clue what it was now– GTO’s girlfriend from Grade 8 until sometime in Grade 11, who was sobbing loudly and uncontrollably at the front of the room. She was being consoled by a few women I vaguely remembered from back then. About twenty feet away was a guy I recognized as Guy Britton, who was talking excitedly to Marie Zucker, a girl.