I feel like I should say more about the thirty-year-old boyfriend. He had a lot more going for him than a roach-free apartment. He’d just wrecked his Mustang when we met, and was driving a car that his mechanic had sold him for (I think) $400, but the fact that he had a car, a job—I thought the world of him. He’d spent a few years in the navy and had traveled all over the globe, he’d once taken a class in Palm Beach taught by Mike Dukakis, and he was the first person to take me out for Thai food. He was very smart, and very tough—the protective kind of tough guy, not abusive—and had both the skill set and the mindset of a paramedic. Capable, alert. I was seventeen, a high school senior. We stayed together through my senior year of college.
The Rosenthal plates and the 17 year prison sentence in a Florida house of detention for the taking of life were and are the literary foil of the century. Thanks for this.
The Rosenthal plates and the 17 year prison sentence in a Florida house of detention for the taking of life were and are the literary foil of the century. Thanks for this.