Instead, with barely visible tracks in the snows of time, they each remember that day and wonder what happened, what really happened, or even if it ha...pened at all. Such are the mysteries of memory.What follows are my memories of that day. I’m sure Robert experienced it and remembers it differently. So, if you're interested, read ‘A Quiet Friday -- His Story’ if you want to see the day as he remembers it. Let me know with your votes and comments if you like hearing my perspective on things. I. "I'm still against the flyers," I told Crystal."We must do our Christian duty," the praying woman said from behind me."Really?" I asked the people around me. "Didn't I get rid of the Hag and the Sergeant?" You're not the leader," the praying woman said. "Bianca is in charge, and she does not mind a different point of view."Bianca smiled at me, "She gives a good sermon. Nothing against you; it's all about holding on to hope and goodness no matter how evil the world has become."She looked down. I want to spice things up a little but he doesn’t seem interested in trying new things.” “You’re bored with the same old stuff, right?” he asked. “Yes, that’s exactly it! I exclaimed. We do it the same way every single time and it’s not even all that good. I mean we both get off but I know there’s more…I just don’t know how to find it.” He reached over the fence and pulled me into a hug. His arms were so strong and I couldn’t help but breathe in the way he smelled. It was a mixture of summer. Helen had a cigarette burning. I handed her the towel and sat down. ‘Thanks, Helen,’ I said, ‘I needed that.’ ‘I thought you might enjoy that,’ she replied. We sat in silence for a few minutes while she finished her smoke. I asked, ‘Are you and Karen coming to dinner, after graduation, Thursday night?’ ‘Word is, it’s more than just dinner,’ she said. ‘I hear it’s a dress-up for sex party, with you for desert.’ ‘Sounds like fun, don’t it?’ I asked. ‘It’ll be interesting if nothing else. Louise.