famous last words

John & Lacey were going out when school ended in late May, just before the start of hurricane season. A few days before she left for Europe I spent the night at her big downtown apartment and her parents took us bowling at the their Club. She was an phenomenally good bowler, even as a seventh grader, and I can still see her so clearly, standing there in perfect concentration, her purple shirt tucked into her gap khaki skirt, her socks rolled down until they touched the tops of her own red bowling shoes. Prim is a good word for her. Sweet. Nice. She thought we were best friends. He's going to be so lonely this summer. Take good care of him for me.