5
My growing
recognition of contraband and addiction were not the only memorable parts of
June. I was growing closer to Lisa as
the month progressed. There was some
physical stuff, but it was the growing interpersonal connection between the two
of us that had me most dreaming through June.
We could talk for hours and never tire of each other. She was bright and
beautiful. She was a bit more serious and stern than Ginny was. But then again, so was I. Artie had a much sharper sense of humor than
I did, and maybe that's one of the things that attracted Ginny. I really didn't know, but as June wore on, it
became less and less relevant.
At first, we saw
each other mostly outside the group, and when we were with the group, behave
close to the same. But after the first
week or two, we gravitated towards each other everywhere, and it became quite
clear to everyone that we were an item. Even
then, we were not overtly affectionate in public. It wouldn't be until later in July that we
would hold hands where we could be seen.
On her part, I
don't think she had completely closed the door to her Huron University
boyfriend. She didn't want her friends,
like Sue Boschman, who knew about the relationship, to think that it was fully
over. It was a little unnerving that
this girl whom I was falling so deeply for might ditch me as soon as the Trap
ended. It was odd that I know had this
little scratch of a thing that almost made me wish the Trap would go on. Almost.
On my part, there
was a reluctance to communicate to Ginny that I was no longer available, that I
had moved on from my unrequited crush.
But she was so out of tune with me that I doubt that she would have
noticed no matter what I did. And as
June moved forward, it mattered less and less to me what Ginny thought.
Ours was not the
only relationship in our group. Summer
was bringing out the romance all through the gang. Artie and Ginny were spinning around each
other, each denying they were in a relationship, each so clearly in one. There was a lot of sarcastic back and forth
to each other, and you could see that it would just intensify their feeling for
each other. I'm not sure I could have
done that. I'm too serious and would not
be up to the give and take. I loved that
Lisa's talking to me was always straightforward.
I doubt that Sue
was paying any attention to the fact that Lisa might be moving away from her
Huron boyfriend. She was way too busy
getting closer to our resident super mechanic, Tom Bodell. Although still paranoid, conspiratorial, and
rabid right wing, her rhetoric had toned down as other interests took their
place. They had grown to be the most
openly affectionate of our group. Tom
was working very hard on the tunnel plans, and was a playing a key role as
actual construction gotten underway.
Maybe it was the intensity and hard work, or maybe he was just crazy in
love, but it was clear when he saw her he would light up. They would hold hands, then kiss and hug, and
soon we would be calling out, "Get a room!" They would blush a little and then get up and
go....somewhere.
Our newest romance
was between sturdy football player Jim Kurrash, and Ginny's pretty blond
freshman sister, Mary. I think she was
attracted to his quiet strength. I'm not
even sure how it started. She just came
over and sat by him more and more. I
thought at first she was just moving away from her sister as Ginny became
increasingly focused on Artie. Then I
saw that she really was interested in Jim, and he in her.
Still single was
Robert Bond and Jerry Mack. Jerry seemed
too fragile to get that involved with anyone, being sickly quite a bit of the
time. And Robert may have just been not
quite as mature. Even tough he was
junior, he still seemed happiest with our group as an all-male enclave, as if
we were frozen in our junior high state.
As time would tell, Robert's reasons were a little bit more complicated
than that, but we didn't know that then.
Outside of our
group, other couples were aligning. And
unfortunately, other cliques and groups were solidifying as well. It wasn't quite divided rival gangs in bitter
conflict yet, not yet like the Jets and Sharks in West Side Story, but if the
trap continued much longer, who knows?
No one knew then
how long this would go on, and how many bitter, deadly divisions would
arise. Our early summer of love would
not last.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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