is even in Vietnam.” “Like most Americans.” “Two of my closest friends have already enlisted.” “Ian enlisted.” “He did?” Derrie asked envious for some reason. “I don’t know if I should go and enlist or wait to be drafted.” “But Derrie, Notre Dame; you were accepted to Notre Dame.” Just then, a loud screeching sound of rubber on pavement turned both their heads sharply around. Nancy abruptly parked her car in a bizarre position, sort of half on the concrete and half on the lawn. She hurriedly exited her car and slammed the door behind her, scurrying past the twosome on the steps. Francine focused on her mother’s face as she blew by her; she’d been crying. “Mom?” “I’m OK honey,” Nancy cried, opening up the front door and Francine watched her mother disappear behind the closed mahogany. “She doesn’t look OK,” Derrie quietly stated to Francine. “No, she doesn’t,” Francine agreed. “She’s been acting real strange ever since we moved to California.”
