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“But what’s with these questions? What do you care about San Francisco or San Francisco P.D.? Is there something you’re not telling me here, Gator?”
    “Actually, Hammer,” I said, rubbing the top of my head, where a big bump was already forming, “there is.”

Chapter 6
     
    Summer/Fall 2003 – New Orleans, Louisiana
     
    After that night out by Lady Tanya’s, Gator and J.T. fell madly in love with each other and spent every moment they could together. By the end of the summer, they were so enamored that they decided to take things to the next level and got engaged—and one year later, on the anniversary of their meeting and “first time,” they were married.
    Exactly forty weeks—or, in other measures, nine months—later, they became proud parents of a baby boy named something super-cute like Tyler. Then, less than two and a half years later, they welcomed their second child into this world—a daughter with a four-syllable name…like Elizabeth or Alexandra.
    Gator, J.T., Tyler, and Elizabeth/Alexandra were a perfect family, and they lived perfectly in perfect harmony. The kids got straight A’s on their report cards every semester, and Gator and J.T. never fought, never ran late on a utility bill or payment, and never missed church on Sunday.
    Yeah… fucking… right!
    This is the point in Gator and J.T.’s story where anyone hearing or reading it would like to learn that Gator and J.T. went on to live happily ever after. But their lives were their lives, not a novel, fairytale, or movie. What happened after that night out by Lady Tanya’s was nothing like what’s described above, but, their lives went as follows.
    Once the afterglow of their passion faded, Gator and J.T. left Lady Tanya’s and headed back to town. They caught up with Courtney, Henry, and Raymond along the way when J.T. spotted Henry’s car outside of a diner.
    The teens all talked over coffee and pie—though Gator, who was still “Carl” to the rest of them, didn’t talk much—and agreed not to tell their parents—or anyone—about what happened out by the marsh. No one wanted to get in trouble for cutting out on the prom to go party, and no one wanted to be even harder pressed under their parents’ thumbs for having a brush with a gator. So mum was the word.
    To keep up appearances, everyone returned to their original couplings, so Henry drove his cousin J.T. home, Gator drove Courtney back to her place, and Raymond left solo.
    The next day, J.T. called Henry and asked him to get Carl’s phone number from his school directory—and once she had Carl’s number, she called him. They had your typical, cutesy-wutesy phone conversation, which involved a lot of mumbled words and giggling, and they arranged to “hang out” later that night.
    Of course, J.T.’s parents were respectable folk, so they had to meet her daughter’s suitor before granting her permission to see him. Gator was a little nervous, but nonetheless, all on-board. Given J.T.’s nature, he felt optimistic and enlivened.
    But alas, when Gator arrived at J.T.’s house, J.T.’s parents excused themselves and J.T. to the kitchen and left poor Gator standing there, he experienced an altogether new yet inherently familiar feeling… déjà vu .
    “You don’t actually expect us to allow you to go anywhere with him , do you?” J.T.’s father huffed at her.
    “I mean look at him,” her mother added. “We’d never live it down. We’d be the laughing stock of all of Louisiana if we let our daughter traipse around with that .”
    “He looks like Frankenstein,” Mr. Taylor commented.
    “He’s got to be at least a foot taller than you…and a hundred pounds heavier,” his wife followed. “People will think you’re his daughter, not his girlfriend.”
    Okay, maybe the words weren’t exactly the same—but you get the picture. And suffice it to say, adults can be just as cruel as teenagers…if not crueler.
    The things said against Gator were said by