Won’t You Be my Teddy Bear? When I was sixteen, I went with my mother and sister to the church portion of a classmate’s wedding. The bride, whom I will call “Ellie,” had been in the same grade as I throughout elementary school, and although we were not best friends, we liked each other. Everyone liked Ellie, the happy-go-lucky middle child in a family of seven.She and one of her sisters used to sing popular songs at the Friday afternoon concerts at our school, with other students, sometimes myself, making the group a trio. Our repertoire included Elvis’s “Won’t You Be My Teddy Bear?” and Hank Williams’s “Hey, Good Lookin.’” High school, with three hundred students instead of fifty, offered us a greater academic challenge and more social opportunities. I seized the former, while Ellie got caught up in the latter. A year older than I, she dropped...
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