MARY WANTS TO BURY
PART I
I remember Tommy Baker and his two goons, Gilbert and Danny Iverson, pounding the shit out of me for being a nerd. If you were there you would have seen this nine year old girl with glasses and braided pigtails by the monkey bars being pulled, kicked, and spit on by these little creeps. What I remember most about that day was Jeffery Lake. He was the boy that came to my rescue. He grabbed a brick nearby to bash against the side of Tommy’s head while the others ran away. He bent down to check on me, and the moment our eyes met I knew instantly that we were meant to be together. There were other times he noticed me when I wasn’t getting my ass kicked. Then there were times he didn’t, which honestly I could forgive. The only thing I couldn’t forgive was the pain my poor Jeff went through all those years… or the jealous forces determined to keep us apart.
