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           “Where are we going?” I asked as I climbed into Dawn’s car.

            She smiled as she turned up the radio. “Does it matter?” she said. “We have wheels.”

            I liked Dawn’s new car, and I liked the fact that she said “we” had new wheels. There was no car coming up in my immediate future, so if I wanted to go somewhere, I depended on Dawn, my best friend since junior high.

            I had known Dawn ever since she came to our school when we were in sixth grade. The boys called her “Moose,” because she was twenty pounds heavier and a head higher than the tallest of them. The joke was on them three years later, when she became a beautiful, petite blue-eyed blonde. She never looked at any of them though; her boyfriend was a private-school rich kid and her future plans lay far away from the boys in our tiny high school.

            For now though, we had a new car—and freedom that went with it. We rolled through the hills that surrounded our town, going over “the edge of the world,” a sharp incline that allowed you to fly off of it, if you approached it with enough speed. On nights I was supposed to be sleeping over at her house and she was supposed to be at mine, we snuck off to the city, finding clubs and parties to get into. It was long before the days of cell phones and GPS devices—when you wanted to disappear, you could. And in her car, we did.

            Dawn felt her life would be settled right after high school—marriage to Matt after he graduated college, a big house, a few kids. And she did marry a man named Matt—though not the one she thought she would. That first Matt came out of the closet during my last year of college, leaving her for another man. She found another guy, also a Matt, but this one a loser in a go-nowhere band. She fell in love and married him, following him from place to place wherever he could find a new job, a new chance, a new start.

            I looked her up on Facebook after years of being out of touch and we briefly sent back and forth a few hurried exchanges. The last thing she posted on her wall was two years ago, something about a blown-out tire that happened on their way back home from Georgia to Pittsburgh, in the middle of yet another move.