@doomcomes: MAYBE IF YOU LOST SOMEONE YOU'D BE A LITTLE UPSET, TOO.
"my apologies." his smile is an oil slick, smarmily polite. jd takes another drag of his cigarette, takes the opportunity to examine the girl standing before him. surely one of the infamous yellowjackets, the town of wiskayok's very own national sob story. "i didn't mean to offend."
he's seen their faces on the news, surely, but didn't take much note of it. in the photos, they look like any other teenage girls. they were all the town could talk about when jd first moved to new jersey, their precious soccer champions, disappeared without a trace. as if the earth swallowed them whole. and then, miracle of miracles, here they are again, a year and a half later. some of them, anyway.
jd turns his gaze up to the statue again. jackie taylor, wiskayok's very own golden calf. seems a little tacky, to only immortalize one girl in stone when he's pretty sure there were others who died out there, but what does he know? maybe death doesn't turn everyone into saints. maybe it's only girls like jackie taylor, team captains with perfectly coiffed hair, that the town wants to remember.
"i assume you knew her?" he's curious, a kid poking at a jellyfish on the beach, knowing the risk of getting stung and proceeding regardless. "never had the honor myself."
