Chapter Four
Silver Linings Playbook
Who can say where the road goes where the day flows.
- Enya
ETHAN
Dayton, Tennessee
Nine years ago
She didn’t like me.
The interesting part was that she was the only one in my current quarter-sized town who didn’t. It was amazing. They all kissed my ass.
Men and women, old and young alike, lined their way up to meet the “new kid on the block,” the “Blond Rebel.” They were curious at first. Curiosity turned into interest as the local high school crews found out that I was a beast at basketball and the women figured out that I was a beast in… well, bed.
Christy Nicholson was the first.
The boldest of the popular cheerleader bunches, she approached me at the local ice cream shop, her blonde head held high, her strut confident as she emerged from
