Is it possible to know your soulmate at sixteen? If you were sixteen in 1966, it would be impossible to foresee the next score of years: sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll, the Vietnam War, tragedy … parenthood. From that first Labor Day in Bayou Bois Sec when the boy who worked at the marina wrote their fates on a receipt: I’M GOING TO MARRY YOU, Michelle and Adrien’s lives will never be the same. |