I could have said I meant Sunday, but that would only delay facing what I had said and had meant to say to Patty. Sooner or later I would have to accept that I told Patty that we had a date to go to a concert on Sunday. Patty was a neat kind; bright, pretty, sexy, attractive, a good dresser, but no matter how you described her, she still had that thing that made her a boy. And where I was growing up thinking twice about someone like Patty was something you never woned up to, even to yourself.
Then again, Patty was different.