Rita walked up and down the length of the room with different thoughts of how the months had gone by fast. She wondered if he had chosen the girl who had stood him up, the girl who ran off with his best friend at a time he had needed them both the most. He had come crying to her house that hot night. She heard footsteps but had dismissed it, thinking it was her brother coming home drunk as usual but then the stones hit her window, once, then twice, she had risen up from her bed and walked towards the window. Standing to the side of the window, she tried to peep outside to see who it was and could tell from…