There's a moment, somewhere between her downfall and growing old, that she learns all about heat.

It's a Tuesday. She remembers that much. It's hard these days to keep up. A golden haired girl and a clear eyed boy keep her moving. But she thinks (knows like air and paper burns) it was a day that was cool, a week before graduation and a pressed dress to remember the worst years of her life by, that she found Tracy, all bubbles and grins, crying behind a bleacher.

And her world was gone and over.