"He was expelled from the school.*
"And?"
"He's been sent to a year of counseling," I added.
"That's it? What's his name?"
"No one can do any more about it. Harley." "What's your father doing about it?"
"He's done all he can and so has Grandpa Grant."
"You should have told me right away," he said. "Weren't you ever going to tell me?"
"Yes. I guess," I said. "Its not something I want to talk about. Harley."
Any indignation or disappointment he felt quickly disappeared. "I'm sorry. Summer. I should be asking you how you are,"
He reached for my hand and held it.
We sat there like that for a few long moments, neither of us talking.
"If there's anything I can do, you'll tell me, right?" he finally asked,
"Yes, thank you. Harley."
"Why did you run out of your house like that? Did Roy say something nasty to you, blame you or anything?" he demanded, ready to fight for my honor.
"No, no," I said. "Nothing like that."
"Then."
"I'm still very upset. Harley. Everything upsets me. Please understand."
"Sure," he said.
"I'd better go back inside," I said rising. He stood up quickly.
"Thanks for trusting me," he said.
"Just remember your promise," I admonished. He smiled.
"There's nothing you could ask of me that I wouldn't do for you. Summer."
"Thank you," I said.
I started to turn away and he put his arm around me and held me against him for a moment. It made me tense. I couldn't help feeling so ashamed, even though I knew I shouldn't.
"I've got to go." I whispered and hurried off the gazebo and toward the house.
"Good night." he called after me.
I didn't reply. The tears were choking my throat.
As I started up the stairs toward the front door. Daddy pulled into the driveway. He honked his horn and got out quickly.
"What are you doing outside?" he asked, hurrying to me. "I just wanted to get some air. Daddy."
"Oh."