I met Kim after work on Wednesday evening. We went to a restaurant for dinner and talked. While we ate, I told her about Bob and what had happened. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Kim said. “He’s marrying someone and was taking you out?” “Yeah. I found the announcement in the paper and confronted him on Monday at work,” I said. “What did he say?” “He said he was sorry. Bob wanted to talk about it, but I didn’t give him a c...

It was a warm summer night in nineteen seventy-four, and I was sitting in the front seat of my boyfriend’s full-size Ford, making out. Earlier, we went to a drive-in for burgers and sodas, our usual Friday night date. While eating, Bob produced a small bottle of whiskey, adding it to our drinks. Before leaving the drive-in, Bob ordered two sodas to go. Bob was twenty-four, almost four years older than me. We met in the bu...