come down, and youâre the same, with your same problems.â He swept his arm across the expanse of the headlands, the bay, the city. âLook at this place. Why go mind-tripping and come back thinking itâs not as good as before you left it? Bummer!â
âI still want to try it once.â
âThen do it.â
The sky was completely dark when we made our way back, but the steady stream of cars across the bridge lit our way. It was still early, around nine, and I knew I could sneak home before my parents returned. Martin gave me a long hug good-bye.
âIt was good rapping with you,â he said.
âThanks for dinner.â
I looked deep into his lovely eyes, searching for something totake away with me. I hoped he would offer some future plans, but he merely whispered, âPeace,â his breath warm on my ear. Then he was gone, across the street and behind the gate, leaving me alone in the dark, hoping some Hells Angels gang rapists wouldnât come along before my trolley did.
Even as the streetcar rattled across town, I was far from peace. I was already gone, gone, gone on Martin, and yet he had not even mentioned getting together again. We had talked about a lot of things, but he was as mysterious as ever. What next?
I was bursting to tell Rena my news, but it was too confidential to report over the phone with my mother possibly listening in. The next afternoon Rena and I got away for a walk in Golden Gate Park. I thought there couldnât be anything more exciting than my visit with Martin and meeting Gus Abbott of Roach, but Rena assumed her news was more important than mine.
She had landed the part of Susanna Walcott in the ACT production of
The Crucible
. âIâve got six lines,â she said proudly, âand some of the girls donât have any. In the courtroom scene we pretend Mary Warren is possessing us, and I say, âHer claws! Sheâs stretching her claws!â â She raised her arms and bent her fingers, ducking her head fearfully. I was getting worn out, waiting for my turn to talk. Finally she asked, âDid you go see that hippie guy?â I started to tell my story and she blurted, âI knew it was Gus Abbott! Your boyfriend is his brother? Far out!â
âHeâs not my boyfriend!â
âWell, you went on a date.â
âNot really a date. We just went for a walk and rapped.â
âYou rapped?â
I laughed at the way Rena screwed up her face, as if I had just confessed an obscene act. âThatâs what Martin calls talking.â
âThatâs so funny! Does Roach all live together in one house like the Grateful Dead?â
âI donât know. But itâs a big house. It seems like lots of people live there.â
âOh, take me to meet Gus!â Rena jumped in front of me, clasped her palms together, and pretended to flop to her knees.
âSure.â I didnât want to talk about Roach. I wanted to talk about Martin. I began again and Rena interrupted again.
âDid you find out how old he is?â
âHe said age didnât matter, that weâre all just people.â
âWhat school does he go to?â
âNone.â
âThen he is old! Did he try to make love to you right there on the beach?â
âRena, no! Keep it down!â I exclaimed in shock, looking around to see if anyone had overheard her loud, dramatic voice. âHe didnât even kiss me. I wanted him to, but we just talked. He knows a lot.â
âMaybe he was homeschooled. Homeschoolers get to think what they want, not the way teachers say weâre supposed to. I may need to be homeschooled if my acting career takes off.â
Six lines in a play didnât sound like stardom to me, but I didnât say so.
âJust wait until Candy and Lisa and those guys find out Iâm a professional actress with ACT and youâre friends with Gus Abbott.â
I stopped and
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