It was the beginning of Intervisitation. This was the time when boys and girls were allowed to go into each others’ rooms without supervision.
Topher, my friend, taunted Eddie, a boy who liked me.
“Did you know Natasha has a silk pillow on her bed? Or is it satin? It’s so soft. I rested my head on it.”
Eddie never got to see my satin pillow. For me, Intervis was uneventful.