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Raleigh, North Carolina – September 17, 1980
“Ken?” Delia whispered, knocking gently on the window pane as she balanced herself on the tree branch, “Hello?”
Squinting her dark eyes into the window, she saw the outline of Tina sitting on the floor of the bathroom tiles; hunched over. Knocking against the window glass, she saw Tina’s head jerk as the blonde looked towards her bedroom window.
“Kenny?” Delia half yelled half whispered to the blonde. “Your window is locked…”
Getting up from the floor, Tina quickly brushed away the tears that stained her cheek with her hoodie. Looking briefly at her reflection in the mirror, she turned around and shut the bathroom door.
Quickly unlocking her bedroom window, she watched as Delia hopped inside, “hey.”
“What’s wrong?” Delia asked, seeing the tear marks on the blonde’s still red cheeks.
“Nothing,” Tina shrugged as she got into her bed. “What are you doing here?”
Delia cocked her head to the side, “come on, Kenny. I’m your best friend; I know when something is wrong.”
Tina bit her lower lip as she tucked herself under her bedcovers, “it’s nothing. Promise.”
“I don’t believe you,” Delia shook her head as she climbed over Tina and got herself tucked under the covers as well. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Because…” Tina whispered, staring into the moonlight that is reflecting off her bedroom mirror.
Delia watched as a stray tear escaped from the blonde’s eye, “Ken?” she whispered, wrapping an arm around the blonde.
“You know Coach Ryan?”
Delia furrowed her brow as she tried to match the name to a face, “Your soccer coach? The sleezy nitwit?”
“Sleezy nitwit?” Tina asked, confusion masking her nine-year-old features.
Delia shrugged, “I don’t know what it means. I just heard my mom say it once.”
Tina nodded as she leaned back into the pillows that rested around her.
“So…” Delia trailed off, “What’s up with Coach Ryan.”
Tian bit her lower lip as she looked down at her hands and started to pick her nails, “he um…he touched me.”
Delia sat next to Tina, confused, “what do you mean? Like during practice? Kenny, he is your coach.”
“No,” Tina’s blonde wavy hair bounced. “No, I mean…after practice 2 weeks ago. Mom was late picking me up, so he sat with me.”