He drew the heart on the bench where we first kissed and wrote Nate 4 Lucy 4 ever. Bliss, until his psycho-bitch ex-girlfriend defaced the testament to our love in letters six inches high. What Jodi wrote was disrespectful. I couldn’t let it pass.
Twelve years later, and I’m back home. The heart is still there: I can just make out the words Lucy is a fat, mamby slut. Not very sisterly of Jodi: I was neither fat nor a slut. I never fathomed the mamby part. If she’d told me what it meant, I might have let her live.