I’m reluctant to confess that part of the reason I want to move out is that I’ve discovered boys.  Just one in particular.  I think I’m in love.  Actually, I’m just flustered that someone has an interest in me.  

Randy is nice but not particularly brilliant.  He has a reading disability and carries it like a crutch.  I’m too blinded at the time to look at what little we have in common.  It’s a relationship that lasts about 2 years too long.  

I have this ridiculous notion I can save him.  I could teach him to enjoy books and all would be wonderful.  I read to him.  What I don’t realize at the time is that he thinks he is rescuing me.  It becomes apparent later. 

He has a wandering eye.  Not the kind that watches other girls.  A weak eye.  It starts to drift off to one side when he isn’t paying attention.  His mother snaps her fingers at him when he does this while she’s talking.  She kind of scares me.