Trey pulls to a stop at the bottom
of our driveway. I told him it’s
steep and icy, both true. Didn’t
mention my mom’s orders
never to bring him around.
I’ll be back at the semester
break, he says. We’ll have lots
of time together then. You gonna
miss me, little girl?
I’m going to go totally crazy
without him. “Of course
I’ll miss you. More than
I can possibly tell you. Please
be careful, and promise you’ll
call me!” At least I’ll know he’s
safe and thinking about me.
I promise. But the phone
works both directions. You
can always call me. If I don’t
pick up, leave a message.
I’ll call you back. He watches
me lock up my valuables,
then kisses a soft, sad good-bye.
I’ve Got a Good Idea
What’s waiting for me inside.
I’m strung. Tired. Scared
I’ll never see Trey again,
despite his vows of love.
Mom is going to yell.
Scott is going to yell.