Chapter 2September 1993
When I first entered Connie’s circle it was only on nondescript days when there was nothing else to do that we invited the boys to hang out with us. The ones we saw the most went to Christopher’s and were just as wealthy as my new friends; the type that would inherit their fathers’ businesses and who invested more time into playing rugby than anything else, even if they weren’t very good at it. They hardly needed to bother with things as trivial as academics and schooling when everything they wanted would somehow conveniently wind up in their laps. I found most of the boys that we hung around with dull and uninteresting, each of them as loud and attention-seeking as the rest. They stood too close when they talked, wore ill-fitting T-shirts that they must have assum
