After all the sadness and pain and fear that she had endured, she was
long overdue for her share of happiness.
Already, she had put Conrad’s threat out of her mind.
It was Tuesday, August 16, 1955.
O N E AMY HARPER
ON THE NIGHT of the senior prom, Jerry Galloway wanted to make love to
Amy.
His desire didn’t surprise her. He always wanted to make love. He was
always pawing at her. He couldn’t get enough of her.
But Amy was beginning to think she’d had enough of Jerry. Too much of
him, in fact. She was pregnant.
Whenever she thought about being pregnant, she got a hollow, cold
sensation in her chest. Afraid of what she would have to face in the
days ahead– the humiliation, her father’s disappointment, her mother’s
fury–she shivered.
Several times during the evening, Jerry saw her shivering, and he
thought she was just bothered by a draft from the gymnasium’s air
conditioning. She was wearing a lacy, green, off-the shoulder gown,
and he kept suggesting that she put her shawl over her shoulders.
They danced only a few of the fast songs, but they didn’t miss a single
slow number. Jerry liked slow dancing. He liked to hold Amy close,
pressing her tight against him, as they glided somewhat clumsily around
the floor. He whispered in her ear while they danced, he told her that
she looked terrific, that she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen,
that all of the guys were surreptitiously staring at her cleavage, that
she made him hot, real hot. He pressed so tightly against her that she
could feel his erection.
He wanted her to feel it because he wanted her to know that she turned
him on.
To Jerry’s way of thinking, his erection was the greatest compliment he
could pay her.
Jerry was an ass.
As Amy allowed him to maneuver her around the crowded room, as she
permitted him to rub his body against her under the pretense of
dancing, she wondered why she had let him touch her in the first
place.
He was such a creep, really.
He was handsome, of course. He was one of the handsomest boys in the
senior class. A lot of girls thought Amy had made a wonderful catch
when she’d latched onto Jerry Galloway.
But you don’t give your body to a guy just because he’s good-looking,
she told herself. My God, you’ve got to have higher standards than
that!
Jerry was handsome, but he wasn’t nearly as intelligent as he was
good-looking. He wasn’t witty, clever, kind, or more than minimally
considerate. He thought he was cool, and he was good at playing Joe
College, but there was no substance to him.
Amy looked around at the other girls in their silks and satins and
laces and chiffons, in their low-cut bodices, in their Empire-waist
dresses, in their backless gowns and long skirts and pumps, in their
elaborate hairdos and carefully applied makeup and borrowed jewelry.
All those girls were laughing and pretending to be ultra-sophisticated,
glamorous, even world-weary. Amy envied them. They were having so
much fun.
And she was pregnant.
She was afraid she was going to cry. She bit her tongue and held back
the tears.
The prom was scheduled to last until one o’clock in the morning.
Afterwards, from one-thirty until three o’clock, there was an
extravagant breakfast buffet in one of the town’s nicest restaurants.
Amy had been allowed to come to the prom, but she hadn’t been given
permission to attend the breakfast. It was all right with her father,
but, as usual, her mother objected. Her father said she could stay out
until three because this was a special night, but her mother wanted her
home by ten, three whole hours before the prom ended. Amy always had
to be home by ten on weekends, nine o’clock on school nights. Tonight,
however, her father interceded on her behalf, and her mother grudgingly
compromised, Amy didn’t have to be home until one o’clock. Her mother
didn’t like making that concession, and later, in a hundred small
telling ways, she would make Amy pay for it.
If Mother could have her way, Amy thought, if Daddy didn’t stick up for
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