Ben knew he shouldn't be thinking about it. After all, his mom didn't say much when she found the picture in the desk drawer of the computer room. They were busy getting all the info they needed to help Ben get the house they found for him, a few blocks away.
"Oh, you don't need to know." His mother first said. Besides, she was busy and excited about the house going on sale.
It wasn't new by any means. However, Ben's father was certain the structure had good bones.
Why did Ben need to know who was in the picture?
"Well, am I suppose to know ..this..this guy?" Ben studied the old photo. There was something familiar about the picture. At first, he thought his memory was coming back. Maybe.
Then he realized the guy in the picture resembled some high school kid he'd seen at the library.
His mother sighed as if this was no time to dwell on it.
"Maybe, you know this guy." She tossed a few more snapshots on the desk, as she was still digging for paperwork.
"No clue." Ben shook his head.
"He was your best friend from seventh grade. Stu." She told him.
"Stu?" Ben winced. "Well ..where is he?" Ben wanted to know.
"Denver. Maybe. I dunno. He moved away as soon as you started high school. His dad got stationed out there." She shrugged.
"But, but what about this guy?" Ben went back to the first photo he found. The one who looked as if he might be a psycho.
"Beck." She finally said ever so quietly.
"Beck?" Ben winced again, thinking of the musician, that Mae loved so much .
"Yes, he's the one who died, and you didn't." She said ever so mysteriously, giving Ben a wince.