For me there has been only one Valentine’s Day worthy of the name. It vas when I was nine years old. And no Valentine’s Day since has even come close to measuring up.
Her image had never left my mind,and sometime at about Valentine’s Day last year,the idea got stuck in my head: I needed to find Lori Lee.
In 1972, for two years I have been in love with Lori Lee, an angelic creature who lives across the street. Our walk home from the bus stop each day is the highlight of my young life.
The situation is complicated. First, Lori’s older brother,Ted, happens to be my best friend. Second, I am grotesquely bashful in Lori’s presence. In the company of friends I am a sparkling wit. With Loft, I communicate chiefly in grunts. And although she is always sweet to me,Lori’s heart does not appear to pound to the same desperate rhythm as my own.
The whole thing comes to a head on Valentine’s Day. In class,children pass o
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