Guy was literally the boy next door. Before the Prikopas moved in, Guy was my main man in the neighborhood. Together we plotted to kill his little brother and talked about what we would steal if we could. We were sneaky and mysterious and up to no good together. Guy was the first and so far only person I ever got into a real fight over. (Someone played that mean seesaw trick on him of getting him up high in the air and then stepping away to let him crash down; I rushed the perpetrator and bloodied his nose.)
I have no idea where Guy went. When his family moved away, I was too young to even ask why. I didn't know yet about the work that keeping track of people represents. I also don't know where Alan Cooke, my first boyfriend (not a typo) went. Or Ashton whatshisname, for that matter.
More importantly, where are Anne Bailey, Monica Russ, and MJ Warrender now? For some reason I'm thinking tonight about people I've lost track of.