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As for Steve and what remained of his family, they ended up moving before the summer was over. His mom had gotten fed up with all the rumors that had begun to circulate around the neighborhood concerning Jacob; about Mike, the kid on Redwood that had killed himself; and the lady down the street that they had been accused of burning alive, a lady that had turned out to be a serial killer.

  And so they moved up to Kellog Avenue, across the street from the pharmacy and away from the gossip. Their new house was actually nicer and cheaper to rent than the one on Cottonwood. It also had a pool.

  Jason, Cory and I only went to Steve’s new house twice. We swam both times we were there and had fun but things seemed to be different with Steve. After the second time at his house we kind of just stopped hanging out with him. I’ve always wondered if it had anything to do with Frisbee following Jason and me down to the 7-Eleven the day after Jacob was arrested, but I never knew for sure.

  Steve and Jackie started at different schools than we did that fall and the last time we saw Steve was in a glam-rock magazine called ‘Battle Ax,’ in 1988. In the article it said that he played bass guitar in a glam band named Brat. They never made it big but he still looked pretty cool with his hair sprayed up and the red lipstick on. The scar on his forehead was hardly noticeable through all the make-up.

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