The last time Denny saw Jamey before his marriage was outside the hangout. They were smoking in the bushy part of the parking area. They were silent until he felt her eyes on him.
“If I could…” he said.
“But you can’t…” she replied. And taking a puff of her cigarette, letting the smoke go into the sky said,
“You had your future set before you met me. You can’t change it. You can’t run away, for you have no where to go. So, you go through this phase, and maybe some day, ten years from now, when you have a life you own, then you can decide.”
“I’m going to do well at school, then go to University. Going to spend four years in a dorm, get a degree. Maybe I’ll go on to get a Master’s.”
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
“I never had roots. And when I see people living ‘set patterns’ I’m glad I don’t. For if I get a chance to go to University in Hawaii or England or Italy, I can take it, for my world is fluid.”
“And mine is made in concrete… huh?”
She met his eyes.
“Denny, I will never forget you.”
“I’ll never forget you, Jamey.”