He Was Afraid of This Was the Truth

Lane dean junior felt son on one arm as he pictured in his mind an image of himself on a train, waving mechanically to something that got smaller and smaller as the train pulled away. Sherry's hair was colored and almost corn blonde, very clean. The skin through her central part pink in the sunlight. Different parts of him felt unconnected to each other. She was smarter than him, and they both knew it. It wasn't just school. Lan dene was in accounting, in business, and did all right. He also worked dock and routing at u p s on top of school, but had traded to get the day off after they had decided together two days before.