Recently I wrote about going to Orchard Beach with my best childhood friend. (See Driving with Susy). Here’s a story about a younger Susy and me. Home from school, a hurried snack, bread with both sides buttered, chocolate milk, an apple offered but rudely refused. (“Don’t be fresh, young lady.”) Skates strapped over shoes, no purse, no house key, no hanky, just a skate key on a ribbon around her neck, then out the door. (”Be careful.”) Down the...