Chapter 309

• How it All Began
• It was the summer of 1954 and I was working at the café near the lake a few miles from town. I can still remember the burger smells, the taste of old fashioned root beer (it wasn't old fashioned back then, it was just root beer), and the pure innocence of that summer before my senior year.
• I was eighteen already, like many seniors were before school started back then, and innocent as could be. I had kissed a couple boys and so forth and was with Steve, a preppy rich boy (your great-great grandfather was very well off and wanted me only dating boys with good families), when things changed.