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The Desperate Years
Dale Bryan
Let me introduce myself. My name is Donna Dixon, affectionately
called by my friends "Dee Dee." I am what one would call a petite teen-
ager; that is, I am barely five feet tall and weigh only ninety-five pounds.
Without trying to be facetious, I will readily admit that what I lack in
stature I make up for in personality and a bit of luck from the hand of
Mother Nature in the "looks department."
My life is almost perfect. I say almost, for it is clouded by another
petite teen-ager-a seventy-five-pound bundle of devilment in the form
of a small boy, a brother, who has for years tormented me untold num-
bers of times. He seems to be the proverbial thorn that sticks in more
than one young girl's life. Since the advent of my first love, Tom has
always been on the scene to create pandemonium. His unpardonable
acts have ironically fallen in a once-a-year cycle, the first of which
occurred about three years ago.
At one time I dated simultaneously two different gorgeous genera
of the male species. Both possessed the first name of Marvin. The time
came for Marvin number two to be introduced to my favorite aunt. Dear
sweet Aunt did not, of course, realize that this was not Marvin number
one and quietly remarked, "I believe I met you before." But Tom bless
his black little heart-was on hand to correct her by saying, "No, that
was the other Marvin." Needless to say, I was mortified, realizing my
secret was out.
About a year later my life was dominated by a precious member of
the masculine sex called Pat. He, of course, was my second love. The
first time my pint-sized brother met him, he did not say a word until he
had carefully scrutinized Pat. Whereupon, Tom said quite saucily, "I
guess you'll do." Oh, the desire for revenge that possessed me!
All became quiet on the home front until another year later. I was
dating an older man. By this time I had been in love five or six times.
This man was a senior in a big college, and I had almost exhausted my
feminine ingenuity to attract him to my door. It was on my third date
that my little brother felt impelled to express his opinion. As we walked
to the door, Tom handed me a small, two-inch object and said, "I thought
you might need this for protection." It was his pocket knife!
Time has passed. It is about one year since my last embarrassment.
Several loves have come and gone without incident. Do I dare risk some-
one new? Is it safe to assume that another incident may never happen?
As the Spanish say, "Quien sabe?" Who knows what lies in the dark
recesses of a small boy's mind?
15-THE CORRAL
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