Shit. I had to think.The drive to Turtle Park was only about four miles. I found a shady table to plant myself and ruminate. The day was sunny and war..., well it was still summer for a couple more weeks; a few months more and it would be the year 2000. Years came and went in my life all without a lot of meaningfulness, not for me.I thought about how my death would affect the lot of them, and maybe especially Marian. I remembered our high school days, and how she’d fucked me over at the prom. It. It’s so big, and when he wears jeans or shorts around the house, I find myself sneaking glances of the bulge in them. You, too for all that matters. You both must be hung like your dad. His was rather large.” Anu confessed.“I guess I’m considered well endowed, mom. It feels so weird talking with you like this, but I do like it. So you sneaked looks at Ram and me?” I said.“Yes, I guess it does feel a little strange, but it’s so much better to have it all out front, instead of hiding it. Like I. But I had so many people around me telling me just how great I was. I started to believe it.”“Been there, done that,” I said.“Got the T-shirt,” Liz added. “I wanted to give you a little bit of an explanation for why your friends might not look at things with overwhelming joy. I also don’t want to start anything when you don’t know the real story. Yeah, you can get on the Internet and find someone else’s version of my life story. Some are sanitized because the person that wrote it thinks more. "Oh," Amanda says while rubbing her chin thoughtfully, "So, when I'm conversing with you inside my head, will my thoughts be in quotation marks?" Sure. Why not?" Alex answers agreeably.Once out on the sidewalk, Amanda marches determinedly in the direction of the church, her progress only occasionally impaired by one of her hands flinging out to grab telephone posts, parking meters and the like.As Amanda pries her fingers loose from the most recent street lamp post to be grabbed, she mentally.