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Centerfold by Ann Douglas Jim McGuire skidded his bike to a stop in front of the large blue sided house. Setting the bike up against the white picket fence, the eighteen-year-old glanced at his watch. He smiled as he saw that he was right on time. Not that Mrs. Burke wouldve been angry if he had been a little late, but it was a matter of pride to the sandy haired young man that he showed up places when he said he would. Originally, he had planned to spend this week in Florida. His parents had promised him a trip to the Kennedy Space Center as a graduation present. Hed been interested in space since he was ten and had been looking forward to the trip for years. But the Challenger disaster last January changed all that. He told his parents that hed go when the Shuttles flew again, even through some critics were saying that might not be until 1987, or 88. Good afternoon, Mrs. Burke. he called out as he spotted the silver haired woman waiting on the porch. Afternoon James. the fifty-two year old waved back as she pulled a large stack of mail from the box. Christine Burke had been a fixture in the neighborhood since long before Jim McGuire had been born. Almost every kid in the area looked on her as sort of an adopted Aunt. Without any children of their own, she and her husband, Doctor Ron Burke had made up for it by getting involved in many of the youth oriented activities in the small town. In fact it was as a Den Mother that Jim had first met her when he joined the Cub Scouts. A few years later, when he graduated to the Boy Scouts, Ron Burke had been the senior Scoutmaster. The memory of his days in the Scouts made Jim think once again what a shame it was what happened to Dr. Burke last year. He had been coming home late one night after visiting a patient and was involved in a head on collision with a drunk driver. The police said the other driver had been doing ninety miles an hour when he slammed into Dr. Burkes station wagon. The fact that he didnt survive the crash either was a poor consolation. It was because of Dr. Burke that Jim had been coming over these last few days. After a year, Christine Burke had decided that her husband of almost twenty-eight years would want her to get on with her life and not spend it mourning his death. So she had begun to clear out some of his things. Clothes to various good will agencies. Parts of his library to the local boys club. And now, most of his scouting gear to the troop. Technically, Jim wasnt a Boy Scout anymore, having passed his 18th Birthday three weeks before. But he had been filling in for the one remaining Scoutmaster who was away on vacation. Besides, with all the Burkes had done for the troop over the years, it was the least he could do. You know where everything is, James. Christine said as she stepped off the porch. Im going to run a few errands before it gets much hotter. Although I cant really imagine how it could. I heard over in the drugstore that its supposed to drop to a cool eighty-five degrees tomorrow. Jim grinned as she walked passed him. Id better dig up my winter coat then. Christine laughed. As he watched Christine Burke get into her car and pull out of the driveway, Jim was glad she had decided to put the tragedy behind her. In fact, hed heard more than a few of the older men at his Dads hardware store remark that theyd love to date Christine now that she was a widow. Of course a few of them had put it in a lot blunter terms. Theyd been friends of Ron Burke and many times over the years had envied the woman he went to bed with each night. Jim had thought that if he were thirty or so years older, hed probably want to date Mrs. Burke too. Aside from her personality, which was reason enough in his mind, Christine Burke definitely wasnt what you thought of when you tried to picture a woman in her early fifties. It wasnt so much her looks, although she did look younger, the result of paying attention to both diet and exercise all her life. It was a matter of attitude. Someone once told him that age was just a state of mind. That a person could be pretty much the same person at 50 as they were at 20. Originally, he found it hard to believe, simply because he couldnt image his own parents as teenagers. That had changed when he got to spend time with the Burkes. It wasnt hard to imagine the Burkes as teenagers, because there were times when they acted like they still were. They had a zest for life that getting older hadnt diminished. Jim smiled as he remembered the All Scout Camping Trip they had gone on his Junior year of high school. An overnight trip, the Cubs had come along, and with them Mrs. Burke. Jim had gotten up to make a bathroom run during the night and had almost run into the Burkes in the woods. He didnt get close enough to actually see anything, but from what he heard it wasnt hard to tell what they were doing. He couldnt imagine his parents doing anything like that, even though they were almost ten years younger..