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Alsogonewasheroriginalattractiontothestory:

agroupofteenagerswhoknewwhatFriendwasupto.Whatisleftisa“shallow,vain,silly,hopeful,doomed”younggirlwhoiscapable,nonetheless,"

ofanunexpectedgestureofheroismatthestory'

send....Wedon'

tknowthenatureofhersacrifice,"

Oatessays,“onlythatsheisgenerousenoughtomakeit.”

WhereAreYouGoing,WhereHaveYouBeen?

forBobDylan[Folkandrocksingerandsongwriter（1941-）.Oateshassaidthattheideaforthisstorycametoherafterlisteningtohissong"

It'

sAllOverNow,BabyBlue."

]

1.HernamewasConnie.Shewasfifteenandshehadaquick,nervousgigglinghabitofcraninghernecktoglanceintomirrorsorcheckingotherpeople'

sfacestomakesureherownwasallright.Hermother,whonoticedeverythingandkneweverythingandwhohadn'

tmuchreasonanylongertolookatherownface,alwaysscoldedConnieaboutit."

Stopgawkingatyourself.Whoareyou?

Youthinkyou'

resopretty?

"

shewouldsay.Conniewouldraisehereyebrowsatthesefamiliaroldcomplaintsandlookrightthroughhermother,intoashadowyvisionofherselfasshewasrightatthatmoment:

sheknewshewasprettyandthatwaseverything.Hermotherhadbeenprettyoncetoo,ifyoucouldbelievethoseoldsnapshotsinthealbum,butnowherlooksweregoneandthatwaswhyshewasalwaysafterConnie.

2."

Whydon’tyoukeepyourroomcleanlikeyoursister?

How'

veyougotyourhairfixed—whatthehellstinks?

Hairspray?

Youdon'

tseeyoursisterusingthatjunk."

3.HersisterJunewastwenty-fourandstilllivedathome.ShewasasecretaryinthehighschoolConnieattended,andifthatwasn'

tbadenough—withherinthesamebuilding—shewassoplainandchunkyandsteadythatConniehadtohearherpraisedallthetimebyhermotherandhermother'

ssisters.Junedidthis,Junedidthat,shesavedmoneyandhelpedcleanthehouseandcookedandConniecouldn'

tdoathing,hermindwasallfilledwithtrashyday-dreams.Theirfatherwasawayatworkmostofthetimeandwhenhecamehomehewantedsupperandhereadthenewspaperatsupperandaftersupperhewenttobed.Hedidn'

tbothertalkingmuchtothem,butaroundhisbentheadConnie'

smotherkeptpickingatheruntilConniewishedhermotherwasdeadandsheherselfwasdeadanditwasallover."

Shemakesmewanttothrowupsometimes,"

shecomplainedtoherfriends.Shehadahigh,breathless,amusedvoicethatmadeeverythingshesaidsoundatlittleforced,whetheritwassincereornot.

4.Therewasonegoodthing:

Junewentplaceswithgirlfriendsofhers,girlswhowerejustasplainandsteadyasshe,andsowhenConniewantedtodothathermotherhadnoobjections.ThefatherofConnie'

sbestgirlfrienddrovethegirlsthethreemilestotownandleftthematashoppingplazasotheycouldwalkthroughthestoresorgotoamovie,andwhenhecametopickthemupagainatelevenheneverbotheredtoaskwhattheyhaddone.

5.Theymusthavebeenfamiliarsights,walkingaroundtheshoppingplazaintheirshortsandflatballerinaslippersthatalwaysscuffedthesidewalk,withcharmbraceletsjinglingontheirthinwrists;

theywouldleantogethertowhisperandlaughsecretlyifsomeonepassedwhoamusedorinterestedthem.Conniehadlongdarkblondhairthatdrewanyone'

seyetoit,andsheworepartofitpulleduponherheadandpuffedoutandtherestofitsheletfalldownherback.Sheworeapull-overjerseyblousethatlookedonewaywhenshewasathomeandanotherwaywhenshewasawayfromhome.Everythingaboutherhadtwosidestoit,oneforhomeandoneforanywherethatwasnothome:

herwalk,whichcouldbechildlikeandbobbing,orlanguidenoughtomakeanyonethinkshewashearingmusicinherhead;

hermouth,whichwaspaleandsmirkingmostofthetime,butbrightandpinkontheseeveningsout;

herlaugh,whichwascynicalanddrawlingathome—"

Ha,ha,veryfunny,"

—buthigh-pitchedandnervousanywhereelse,likethejinglingofthecharmsonherbracelet.

6.Sometimestheydidgoshoppingortoamovie,butsometimestheywentacrossthehighway,duckingfastacrossthebusyroad,toadrive-inrestaurantwhereolderkidshungout.Therestaurantwasshapedlikeabigbottle,thoughsquatterthanarealbottle,andonitscapwasarevolvingfigureofagrinningboyholdingahamburgeraloft.Onenightinmidsummertheyranacross,breathlesswithdaring,andrightawaysomeoneleanedoutacarwindowandinvitedthemover,butitwasjustaboyfromhighschooltheydidn'

tlike.Itmadethemfeelgoodtobeabletoignorehim.Theywentupthroughthemazeofparkedandcruisingcarstothebright-lit,fly-infestedrestaurant,theirfacespleasedandexpectantasiftheywereenteringasacredbuildingthatloomedupoutofthenighttogivethemwhathavenandblessingtheyyearnedfor.Theysatatthecounterandcrossedtheirlegsattheankles,theirthinshouldersrigidwithexcitement,andlistenedtothemusicthatmadeeverythingsogood:

themusicwasalwaysinthebackground,likemusicatachurchservice;

itwassomethingtodependupon.

7.AboynamedEddiecameintotalkwiththem.Hesatbackwardsonhisstool,turninghimselfjerkilyaroundinsemicirclesandthenstoppingandturningbackagain,andafterawhileheaskedConnieifshewouldlikesomethingtoeat.Shesaidshewouldandsoshetappedherfriend'

sarmonherwayout—herfriendpulledherfaceupintoabrave,drolllook—andConniesaidshewouldmeetherateleven,acrosstheway."

Ijusthatetoleaveherlikethat,"

Conniesaidearnestly,buttheboysaidthatshewouldn'

tbealoneforlong.Sotheywentouttohiscar,andonthewayConniecouldn'

thelpbutlethereyeswanderoverthewindshieldsandfacesallaroundher,herfacegleamingwithajoythathadnothingtodowithEddieoreventhisplace;

itmighthavebeenthemusic.Shedrewhershouldersupandsuckedinherbreathwiththepurepleasureofbeingalive,andjustatthatmomentshehappenedtoglanceatafacejustafewfeetfromhers.Itwasaboywithshaggyblackhair,inaconvertiblejalopypaintedgold.Hestaredatherandthenhislipswidenedintoagrin.Connieslithereyesathimandturnedaway,butshecouldn'

thelpglancingbackandtherehewas,stillwatchingher.Hewaggedafingerandlaughedandsaid,“Gonnagetyou,baby,”andConnieturnedawayagainwithoutEddienoticinganything.

8.Shespentthreehourswithhim,attherestaurantwheretheyatehamburgersanddrankCokesinwaxcupsthatwerealwayssweating,andthendownanalleyamileorsoaway,andwhenheleftheroffatfivetoelevenonlythemoviehousewasstillopenattheplaza.Hergirlfriendwasthere,talkingwithaboy.WhenConniecameup,thetwogirlssmiledateachotherandConniesaid,"

Howwasthemovie?

andthegirlsaid,"

Youshouldknow."

Theyrodeoffwiththegirl'

sfather,sleepyandpleased,andConniecouldn'

thelpbutlookbackatthedarkenedshoppingplazawithitsbigemptyparkinglotanditssignsthatwerefadedandghostlynow,andoveratthedrive-inrestaurantwherecarswerestillcirclingtirelessly.Shecouldn'

thearthemusicatthisdistance.

9.NextmorningJuneaskedherhowthemoviewasandConniesaid,"

So-so."

10.Sheandthatgirlandoccasionallyanothergirlwentoutseveraltimesaweek,andtherestofthetimeConniespentaroundthehouse—itwassummervacation—gettinginhermother'

swayandthinking,dreamingabouttheboysshemet.Butalltheboysfellbackanddissolvedintoasinglefacethatwasnotevenafacebutanidea,afeeling,mixedupwiththeurgentinsistentpoundingofthemusicandthehumidnightairofJuly.Connie'

smotherkeptdraggingherbacktothedaylightbyfindingthingsforhertodoorsayingsuddenly,"

What'

sthisaboutthePettingergirl?

11.AndConniewouldsaynervously,"

Oh,her.Thatdope."

Shealwaysdrewthickclearlinesbetweenherselfandsuchgirls,andhermotherwassimpleandkindenoughtobelieveit.Hermotherwassosimple,Conniethought,thatitwasmaybecrueltofoolhersomuch.Hermotherwentscufflingaroundthehouseinoldbedroomslippersandcomplainedoverthetelephonetoonesisterabouttheother,thentheothercalledupandthetwoofthemcomplainedaboutthethirdone.IfJune'

snamewasmentionedhermother'

stonewasapproving,andifConnie'

snamewasmentioneditwasdisapproving.ThisdidnotreallymeanshedislikedConnie,andactuallyConniethoughtthathermotherpreferredhertoJunejustbecauseshewasprettier,butthetwoofthemkeptupapretenseofexasperation,asensethattheyweretuggingandstrugglingoversomethingoflittlevaluetoeitherofthem.Sometimes,overcoffee,theywerealmostfriends,butsomethingwouldcomeup—somevexationthatwaslikeaflybuzzingsuddenlyaroundtheirheads—andtheirfaceswenthardwithcontempt.

12.OneSundayConniegotupateleven—noneofthembotheredwithchurch—andwashedherhairsothatitcoulddryalldaylonginthesun.Herparentsandsisterweregoingtoabarbecueatanaunt'

shouseandConniesaidno,shewasn'

tinterested