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During the long hot suht out Count's coue as a better front ar I was all for Saar can't hold Dia one of our evening trips to Wally's, David or Saht from Shannie's ainst the United States for bo He's toast!" I bragged "You heard it here," she cried, "Qudafi is not going to sit back and let us rain bo for it" Two and a half years later, when the Pan-Am jet was blown out of the sky over Lockerbee, Shannie said, "I smell a camel!"

"You worry too much about that shit," Count told Shannie in June of 1988, prior to Count's departure to basic training We were sitting in theyou, Peace is breaking out all over the place The Cold War is over!"

"And I' you, It's not the Russian's that we have to worry about, they have their hands full with Afghanistan If I were you, I would be preparing for a warmer climate" Shannie was more concerned about Count's and my future then ere

In the summer of '86, when both Shannie and I were fourteen, I was entering eighth grade at Beyford Junior High; Shannie was entering the accelerated studies program at the Chester school - a private school she'd been attending since she was eight She had her eyes on Ursinus College, the same school at which Diane was a tenured professor

I wasn't a horrible student - failing wasn't a concern, neither was being valedictorian Like everything else about me, I was painfully ordinary Even on ebra: I finished with a B

Although it aning, the one thing that didn't make sense was Shannie's interest in Steve Lucas Why did she have any interest in a geek like Lucas? She was Mensa e material

I would never bein town a year, I still had more friends than the funeral director's only son I was of opinion the only reason anyone would bother themselves with his presence was that he had two hot older sisters Janice, a recent graduate of Beyford High, as entering her freshman year at Ursinus, and was unanimously voted best chest in her yearbook Marcy, sixteen, like Shannie was also attending the Chester school, and like her older sister, had a great rack