Jenny Markas

f PfUlUP U6* t) I I ll .w I LJ Vj V l ^ ^ J We were best friends. We were eight years old. And we knew exactly what we wanted out of life. So we put it in a box and we buried it. Mimi, Kit, and I dug a hole out at Hemmings Field that soft, early summer midnight. We stood under a tree, gazing...