She wants to have sex with him, and he wants to wait-” Sneaking off behind Harvey’s back to make out at Kirby Ridge, roof of his convertible down, Stairway to Heaven blasting on his eight-track. “Haven’t you heard? The two of them are having an illicit affair. “Oh yeah,” Sam said, winding up for what I could tell would be another of his stories. Stephanie might not have had the greatest taste in boyfriends (as her dating of surly prick Harvey and the many arguments we had over him could attest), but she had a little more self-respect than to spend her nights talking to Keamy. Jack Keamy was a blowhard rich kid with dreams of being an athlete that didn’t even come close to matching reality. “Jack Keamy?” I said, holding back a laugh. I’m going to imagine that she’s talking to… Jack Keamy.” “If I’m going to imagine something, I’d prefer to imagine something more sordid. “They’re likely, but not fun,” Sam said, setting down his binoculars and checking his bag of walkie-talkies. They were Stephanie’s best friend and boyfriend respectively and were the most likely ones you’d find her talking to for hours on end on a Friday night when she was supposed to be grounded and babysitting her twin little brothers. “Probably Myra Denning or Harvey Kessler,” I said. If I could read lips I could tell you who with, but since I can’t I’ll probably just wind up making something up that would make the best story.” Sam sighed, lifting his binoculars to look at the Kim house. “-I mean, they say it’s a pretty crappy movie, but it’s got this basketball scene-”
“We’ve put too much work into this to back out now.” He didn’t pick up his binoculars to look, “You know, there’s a ten o’clock showing of Deadly Friend down at the Canterbury.
Stephanie Kim was one of my best friends, but tonight we were going to make her pay.
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