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Debbie on Her Knees


by George Boxlicker


Copyright 2013 by George Boxlicker


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Years ago, when I was eighteen years old and had just graduated from high school, I was still unsure of what I wanted to do with my life. I knew I would have to work for a living, of course but I didn’t know what I would be doing. My father had worked in the same factory all his adult life, and my older brother had been working there for two years, but I had no wish to emulate them. There was no future whatsoever in working on an assembly line, and I wanted something better, although I didn't know what.


I grabbed the first job I could get, which was as an office boy in a nearby city. It didn’t pay much, but I still lived at home and I would be able to get some work experience, and it might lead to something better. I had always wanted to be a free-lance writer, and had always done well in English Composition and similar classes. I liked the idea of the independence, but I wasn’t sure I could actually make a living at writing, and working at any kind of job might give me some perspective.


One of the first persons I encountered in the office was Debbie Wade. I remembered her quite well from high school, but she didn’t remember me, which was not surprising. She had been a senior and a cheerleader when I was a freshman. Debbie was the stereotypical all-American glamour girl, blonde and beautiful and popular, and dating the quarterback on the football team. From what I heard, she got knocked up about a month before she graduated and, when she told her boyfriend about her impending motherhood, he skipped town. Nobody I knew of ever heard from him again. She had the baby but, at that time and that place, a teenager having a child out of wedlock was a scandal, and Debbie left town also.

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