“Teenage Sunday”
“Cars of all sorts, Lux’s Z28, Lammet’s van, Desiree’s Comet, a tiny Porsche 914, a Chevelle SS, an Oldsmobile Cutlass, a Ford Falcon, and a Plymouth Valiant, had been parked next to each other under the branches of the maples and elms. A gossip of girls sat on the wooden railing edging the play area, swinging their tanned legs, playfully pushing their neighbor’s shoulder with flicked fingers (as if to say “Get outa here”), and maintaining a constant low buzz of talk that would suddenly flare up in exuberant laughter. Boys leaned against the sides of their cars, some smoking cigarettes and doing their best impressions of cool, tough guys they had seen in the movies, others bragging about and explaining in too-graphic detail the passion of their last date.”