He’s engaged.’ ‘Don’t Mom. Just don’t. We’re best friends. You seriously have never believed me when I say that it’s nothing more. God I...hate you sometimes.’ Katie spun around and rushed up the stairs to her bedroom. She slammed the door and got ready for bed. She hated her parents some times. Well actually, just her mom. Her dad understood her, but her mom was impossible. Bill and her had never dated. They were best friends. Bill lay in bed wondering about a few things. He loved Katie so much. I would stop by and see his parents from time to time, but when his mom called and said he had gotten arrested, I went right over. I had plans on playing college football at Manchester city but i injured my knee, so I went to a local college. I also continued to weight train so I could stay in good shape.When I arrived at my friend’s parents’ house, his mom was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer and I could tell she had been crying. I gave her a hug and asked her what happened. She. . but as I said, times change.It was The Roaring Twenties and skirts were as short or shorter than today, except there was normally a fringe of beads which hung at least to mid-thigh. The most popular dances involved wild arm movements which bounced the dresses and caused the beads to swing wildly often times causing the short hems of the skirts to flap upward revealing the tops of stockings– and often more. Women who danced in such a manner were called “Flappers.” In private they were called a. Oh Edie! Je t'aime! Je t'aime le plus grand!But where was Edie? wondered Janine, spinning around on the axis of her left foot, then bringing her other foot down to complete the spin. Where was her bonne chatte? Ou est tu? Edie was gone. Nowhere. As she swirled, a man's face peered into her, a Christ-like bearded face with a smile of Christian love, and her mind was elsewhere as she pounded the beat with her dancing partner. Until the fade-in to some slower tempo movement slung her suddenly out.