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Category Archives: Susie Stories
Chapter 1 – x
My birthday was on a Wednesday. Mike and I went out to another Hollywood movie that Friday at the downtown RKO Palace theater. I wanted to see “The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming.” It starred Theodore Bikel, whom … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – ix
School entered its annual climax in late April into May. Theater kids struggled to complete rehearsals for the annual play. The Avon Follies (featuring Lizzie in the dance line, of course) competed with them for practice time on the auditorium … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – viii
Maybe I played Spin The Bottle when I was 11 or 12; maybe a pudgy boy with curly hair, a goofy smile and a wrinkling nose pecked me on the cheek one night. I don’t know. If that happened, it … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – vii
Wednesday after the party, after dinner, Linda yelled up the stairs while I was finishing my Math homework. “Janie!! Phone!” I opened the door and padded down to pick up. We had two phones, one at the base of the … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – vi
“I think I saw something about Alfie in The New Yorker,” I began. “They’ve got this little section in the front where all the movies playing in Manhattan are listed, ‘Goings on About Town.’ I think it’s about some English … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – v
Tuesday morning just before the start of French class I leaned forward and, touching Mike’s elbow, mouthed “Sorry.” They’d finished 4th, losing their last two debates in the semi finals and consolation round. While Mr. Eick rambled on about “oiseaux … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – iv
Next Friday, I went home with Lizzie for a sleep-over. Michael would pick us up early the next morning for the drive to Princeton. We sat cross-legged on her bed, pretending to read The Catcher in the Rye. Reports were … Continue reading →
Chapter 1 – iii
All day, during every class, I came back to one big worry…what would we talk about. It would be easy at the game itself, we could just watch, or comment on the quality (or lack thereof) of our team. If … Continue reading →
Paisley By The Numbers – II
[Working title: We Could Never See Tomorrow Chapter 1] Mike grabbed a set, looked at each one in turn, as if making sure all the numbers were there and in the correct order. He beamed, started laughing when he saw … Continue reading →
Paisley By The Numbers, draft 2
Every broken heart starts with a love story The first thing I noticed about him was his hands. My junior year in at Avondale High School, I sat kitty-corner from him in French class, one row back, hiding in my … Continue reading →