The Wrongs of Spring

The Wrongs of Spring Dear Daze, This year and last, got over anxious. Arrived too soon for the Spring Fling. Place wasn't even completely decorated. Band was still setting up. Stood stiffly to the side. So totally mortified. Tried to disappear. No such luck. Yellow taffeta dress got crushed up against the wall. Corsage Mama bought curled and turned tan at the tips. Must've got singed in the back of the fridge. Hung my head low when the others started to show. Stared at cold feet in white heels that hurt. Waited an eternity for things to warm up. Never did. It was awful. Wanted so bad to go home. Didn't have a ride. Could've died of embarrassment and that's the truth. Honest. If I've lied may my tongue turn black and fall off. Your cuz, Daff -Bob Henry Baber 19 ...