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Feature // Maid in America
"Are you Brian Smith from Kenyon Drive? Your sisters are Julie and Marcia? Brothers are Barry and Stuart?"
Her cackle, raffish. "You know who I am?"
"I'm Debbie, from your old street. Marcia's best friend."
The floor dived when recognition hit. Debbie Beck was her name then. She forever represented a life of adventure and challenge to authority in my little-boy eyes. She met me right after I was born. When we moved from our old street to a house further east, sis Marcia sort of lost contact with her after that, several years and four miles apart, what happens when teen girls separate into two different high schools.