“Miss, can you turn to the side? I need to see your knee.”

“What’s the matter Doug, don’t you recognize your old pal Stacey?” she said.

Doug looked at her knee. She had the same scar that that Randy had. It was from when they were freshmen, and Randy played on the softball team. He had blown out his knee, and had an operation. That was *his* scar, and *his* tattoo on this girl Stacey.

“Stacey, do you remember going on the road trip to State last month?”

“How could I forget!” gushed Stacey. “We got so wasted!”

“What did I do that night?”
“You went with this chick and you dumped me. I had to bum a ride home.”