It was the start of summer just before my 18th birthday. Ann and I had been going steady for almost two years and she was leaving the next day for summer vacation with her parents.We planned on making love for the very first time and I had asked my grandmother, who lived across town if
Helen St. Claire was a stubborn woman who always did what she wanted. Since her husband, Earl, died, fifteen years ago, she was resolute in the fact that she didn’t need help from anyone. Even at the tender age of 85, Helen still drove herself to the diner, everyday, to gossip with the members of