- For Elaine Koster and Herbert Schnall
- He looked like the total all-American kid as he pedaled his
twenty-six-inch Schwinn with the apehanger handlebars up the residential
suburban street, and that's just what he was: Todd Bowden, thirteen
years old, five-feet-eight and a healthy one hundred and forty pounds,
hair the color of ripe corn, blue eyes, white even teeth, lightly tanned
skin marred by not even the first shadow of adolescent acne.