Coats and Beds
I had known Lisa for two years. She was a senior and I was a junior. I was a nerdy mathlete she was the head cheerleader, so we didn’t exactly run in the same circles. But we both did drama and speech. We were friendly enough, not that I ever spent time with her out of school. That all changed at the regional speech contest in Des Moines. I had finished my performances in the morning and spent the rest of the day hanging out in the cafeteria with a few friends. Our time goofing around was interrupted by two different students running up to me. The first said, “Mrs. Nell wants to see you immediately. She said you’ll find her in the coaches prep rooms.” You could tell I was in trouble because of …