I had a little crush in high school named Freddie Tanaka.* He was not my usual type, and that’s precisely why I asked him to Sadie Hawkins. I liked his glasses and hair. He looked preppy and intelligent with a pleasant smile. He was a senior in my chemistry class and I was a junior.
He came to my house on Christmas Eve to give me a gift.
My dad was getting into the spirit with Mr. Kang, and two other besties: Jim Beam and Virginia Slims. I cracked open the door, smoke creeping outside. “Who’s at the door, daughter?”