Until last night Tom Cordon had been one of her 3 goals. She had written down her goals in the 4th grade, and now in the 10th grade she had almost the same goals:
1) Marry Tom Cordan
2)Graduate from college
3)Own a 2 story house
4)Have 4 children, two boys and two girls.
This year she had made moves to secure Tom. She was 15 years old and in the 10th grade. Boys were pairing off with girls and Tom was as popular as she imagined he would be.
She had gone to movies before with boys and afterwards fought them off, but this time it was Tom. He went at her just like the other boys.
Of course he would never know all the dreams she had invested in him for five years.
He was crude, worse than any other boy. They sat in the back of the theatre where he spent an hour and a half trying to get under her dress. Almost all he said all night was, “Do you want popcorn?” She did and he got a small and ate it himself.
Tom lived only 2 houses away from her and when he reached across her and let her out of his car, then sped away, she entered her house all false smiles and announced to her mother and father, “Think I’ll go to bed right now. Tom is such a nice boy.”
Then she put on her climbing outfit and gloves and sneaked up the side of his house where she often watched him nights. Looking down from his attic vent.
She saw him put the rubbers back under his mattress and the rope was already in the attic, in case he had never dated her.
In school on Friday she was in advanced math class when the teacher announced, “Last night Tom Cordon hung himself in his room.” She went to the restroom and threw up.
She met Tom Ventuha in college her senior year. He was always a gentleman during their marriage, but she kept her gloves and a rope just in case.
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