Bobby really digs Wendy, but not in the way you think. Well, okay, in the way you think, but not just in the way you think.
He finished carving "BOBBY AND WENDY FOREVER" on the tree, then folded his knife.Perfect.
Bobby had all of her albums. Every concert bootleg too, thanks to other obsessives and Napster.
Obsessives, not stalkers. Stalking is bad. Very bad.
He had other trinkets from her life. A curl of her hair from a hotel shower drain in a locket. Photographs that the corner drugstore duplicated and collected for him. And dresses that the cleaners said they'd lost.
All he needed was her. He had to prove his love.
He patted the gravestone, picked up a shovel, and began to dig.
Graveyards are a common theme of mine.
