More high school stories:
1. In the girls' bathroom, from the back I can hear Kathy talking loudly to some girls, near the sinks, venting her anger, talking about how her boyfriend was seen at a fair with Angela, another girl in our class who later dropped out of high school. After finishing my business, I leave the bathroom and happen to see Kathy's boyfriend standing there quite near the door. How much he might have overheard of Kathy's conversation I cannot say. I have no idea. I do not socialize with these Italian street people and thus do not pause to involve myself in their internal squabbles.
2. Someone has reminded me that I was once seen talking to Linda in the hallways of high school. Yes, I think that she stopped to compliment my new blouse and I said thank you. So that was nice of her to say something to me. Most people just entirely ignore my existence. The reminder chides me for taking sides with Linda, for not taking sides with Kathy and defending Kathy's part against Linda, and yet I cannot imagine why I should take sides in matters of no concern to me. You must have mistaken me for Patty Cruz, Kathy's best friend.
3. My sister and I once attended a fair at the invitation of her friends Toño and Conchi. There we tasted cotton candy and churros and rode on some fair rides.
