At the body of my boyfriend. Lying in what would become the dorm’s rec room. I pulled my Members Only jacket tighter. February 1984 in Ohio had brought record-breaking cold, though tonight was warmer than it had been. I’d begged a ride from the Late Bar, where I’d had a drink and pretended to fit in. Tommy Kennedy had chosen this location to meet: a bleak, desolate plot of land with no prying eyes, no awkward questions. Tonight, the moon lurked behind a cloud, and I’d waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I moved only when I