It was where we said goodbye. Where he kissed me on the forehead and we made promises: me to be a good girl and him to be back Friday.
We didn’t even stay to wave goodbye. Mom had a meeting and when she dropped me off at Daisytowne she said, “I don’t know why you’re crying. It’s only three days. Why do you have to be such a brat?”
I couldn’t tell her I knew.
I counted the days anyway. They told us about the crash on Friday night.
After that, I didn’t even try to be a good girl.
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