Concord

Intervis

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.

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