I remember those times, Ruby. When I was 15, I started getting phone calls asking for me by name. My mother was even home sometimes. The man kept inviting me to these parties. He said some of my friends would be there and it would be a wild time. When I asked who he was or which friends, he wouldn’t say. He just kept trying to persuade me, but I was suspicious and always declined.

He never said anything outright sexual or crude, but the implication that sex and drugs were involved was pretty clear. At that time, I was already smoking pot and sneaking into bars, so I held off telling my parents, but I eventually did. They told me to hang up if he called again. I did and he never called back. I never regretted refusing the invitation, but I still wonder who he was, who gave him my name, and what would have happened if I had. Probably nothing good. None of my friends, when asked knew anything about it.