Chapter Six
Summer. She ran with Bobby Beaumont, she just seventeen, Bobby twenty-one. Though he was perpetually a teenager with no more sense than a playful jackrabbit. He had a grin a mile wide, and a sugar-coated Southern drawl that had taken down more girls’ pants than any young rascal in the Clements county. Bobby Beaumont was always on the verge of getting married, and always on the verge of slipping through some brokenhearted teenage girl’s fingers. After being in love with Bobby however, a girl could never claim the same innocence she’d had just the week before, when he took away her heart and then gave it back again.
They were on the old reservoir road, riding in his banged up CJ7. Just sitting next to him, her body bouncing up and down in the seat as he careened around t
