He was my friend. He did not want to get in my pants-- he had a boyfriend. The next year and the years after, I did not come home for the summer. I never saw him again. I have no idea where he is now. have no idea where he learned how to wrassle onions. But sits in my mind whenever I hold an onion in one hand and a knife in the other. I think about how he was kind, when he could have been otherwise.
Thank you Jeff.