Word of the breakup between Marion and I spread quickly in the small town of Munford. Marion's relatives all passed along the fact that he was furious with me for slapping him. A few of Marion's friends stopped by to tell me they were sorry to hear we had broken up, and could they help me through the pain? I hadn't been crazy about Marion, so I was okay with the situation and just went forward with my life.
I talked to several boys that lived in Munford, but one caught my eye. He was a little older than I, and had just graduated from high school. He drove a new 1959 Chevrolet Impala, and he worked the projection at the Munford Movie Theater. He had dark hair with long sideburns and I thought he resembled Elvis Presley. His name was Maylon.
Maylon came into my life by accompanying another guy who came to console me over Marion. While the other guy talked, Maylon gave me seductive glances. I was intrigued. I wanted to know more about this guy.
Later, Maylon would return and ask me out. I accepted.