You Don’t Know Me but You Don’t Like Me
WHAT MADNESS HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?
It begins, as these things generally do, with a girl. When I was twenty-five years old in 2001 I traveled to Marietta, Georgia, to visit my younger sister, Shari, and became instantly enraptured with a radiant seventeen-year-old friend of hers I will call Cadence Caraway. Though we spent only an hour together
having brunch, the memory of Cadence haunted me until eight years later when she contacted me on the message...