I didn't intrigue her, I was just one of the others but when I talked to her she really listened. She was alone but never lonely, or so it seemed, and she told me about a dead bird she had found under a magnolia tree earlier that summer. She had buried it but felt guilty as the winter came so she dug it up and kept the skeleton in a cigar box in her night stand drawer.
I remember holding my breath as she told me, she looked deep into my eyes, took my hand in hers and said that now we had to be friends because we shared a secret. It was one of the most truthful things I had ever heard.