“The Bad Boy”
We met in 1968, freshman year, in algebra class. He was the bad boy “greaser” I couldn’t resist and I was the good girl. We never said much but when I missed a week of school for a funeral out of town he was worried about me and called to see where I was.
— Karen
Postscript: Thirty-eight years of marriage and three kids later we’re still together. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
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