![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Gordon's plan was to steal the urn, drive to Shelly's, break into the pool shed where she'd kept her beloved boom box, shoot over to the island in one of Gordon's powerboats, and then spread her ashes while playing her favorite song from a disc she had bequeathed to me prior to her death. The gym was hotter than hell, but Gordon leaned back, as cool as ever, in one of the ungodly uncomfortable metal folding chairs that were arranged in a semicircle around a makeshift altar on which rested a black marble urn containing the ashes of our mutual best friend, Shelly. However, there was one more thing Gordon and I had to do before I could put the year fully to rest. Either way, my junior year was over, and I hoped I'd never see another one like it. One of those limbo days, when you're not quite sure if you're ending or beginning. It was the last day of school and the first day of summer. ![]()
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