Friday’s were about working on my thesis, running 6 miles to Levanna and back, going to dinner and hanging out in the Sommer center while my friend Amy worked the grill. I’d steal Crackerjacks from the counter. Amy didn’t give a shit.
She was a few inches shorter than me, a little skinnier, glasses and squinty eyes. She was from Saratoga and her younger brother, who she loved, worked at KB toys.
I started spending time with Amy in her room after she had cleaned and closed down the grill in the Sommer center. She lived on the same floor just a few doors down. She had had a psychotic break and had to go to a psych unit her senior year. She was in the class above mine but because of her visit to the psych ward she had to repeat her senior year in order to graduate.
She smoked Camel Lights like me and Friday nights around midnight we’d watch watch Titanic or Boogie Nights in her room. She had a habit of watching both movies over and over and over again. She had two directors chairs in front of the tv and we would crack the window just a little bit and pop Titanic in the VCR.
Amy always quoted Kate what’s her name during the scene where what’s her name drowns and starts calling out to Leonardo DiCaprio’s character.
“Jack! Jack! ” Amy would whisper in Kate’s sad, drowny voice.
I’d giggle and take a long drag off my Camel.