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It was May - spring in Springfield and further south than we of the north, so more springy and apparently love was in the air. I have photographs. Stone lions and water spilling over a high dam. White stone steps. More couples were forming and on the bus rides around the city, the seats contained couples more and more. And it went like that all week until I was the last single boy and there was one single girl. Turns out - it was fifty-fifty boys and girls. Well it was intolerable. She was from Lake Villa and the only girl without a boy. Now I didn't really care. But one could ascertain the pressure that was upon her, since I would speculate this whole to-do was the girls doing.
She had to make a move. We were on the bus headed back to just south of the north state line. The only girl without a boy. Imagine the humiliation. I could see them whispering in the back of the bus, one of the few images I remember clearly. Her name was Sandy and I didn't know her - shoulder length auburn hair. When I got back on the bus after a stop, suddenly I was sitting with Sandy.
Did she like me ? I didn't think so. She just didn't want to be the girl without a boy, the odd gal out. But I had to sit with her for at least half the ride home - and a change came over me, for at journey's end and back home again, I was in love. And had a big head. What is the matter with you my mother asked ? But I was in love and she wouldn't understand - no-one would.
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