Actions Have Consequences (fiction)
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Lal, I was surprised to receive your letter. After all it has been almost five years since we last met. I am sorry for the loss of your son, Raj. Even though we parted on bad terms I would never have wished him any harm. Your request to visit with my son took me by surprise. It forced me to remember things I would rather forget. I remember when I first met Raj. It was the first day of our senior year at high school. He was tall dark and handsome and walked through the halls as if he owned the school, everything a 17 year old girl dreams of. Rumors had run rampant through the school about the new senior boy who had just transferred from California: that he was good in basketball and tennis, had gotten over 1500 on his SATs, and had his own convertible. During the next month every girl in school tried to get him to ask her out. Some even got the nerve to ask him out. He always said no. I was the nice smart girl who was good for borrowing note...