“Layers” was our code name for the girls who ‘slept around’ in college.
We didn’t want to call them sluts. Harlots was too harsh. And tarts was too cute of a word to use. We were all English Majors and the Layers were Sociology Majors…Why? Because they “Liked people.” Duh.
There were a band of them – easy to spot – easy to hear – as they yelled to one another, using their last names only.
When they moved off campus – we lost track of them. Life moved on.Everyone once in awhile, at a reunion or a birthday party, one of us will say,”Remember the Layers?” And we do. Still.
Turns out, one of them teaches kindergarten in the Valley, another is a dentist and the really wild one got accepted and then kicked out of the convent.
We were all 20 years old. Mere babes. Who knew?
Who knew anything?