by Betty Jo Schuler
Keely Johannsen idolized Mark Jefferson from the time she was a little girl. He was everything she wasn't: strikingly attractive, irresponsible, daring. They were friends, but then he took her to her first dance and gave her her first kiss. She was devastated when he died racing his Mustang down a residential street. Eight months later, she's still living in a grief-filled haze.