Chapter Three
What does she want?
Why does she want to come over?
Why would she even want to talk to me after what happened today?
Let alone see me?
The questions whirled in my mind, and like a tornado through a wheat field, ripped through my composure. All at once I was panicking, worried, nervous, and excited to be seeing her.
This was not what I thought would happen. I thought we would never speak to each other again. I thought it would be all scorched earth. Salted earth. Whatever the metaphor is.
To put it as simply as possible, I thought our friendship was over… and now she was coming over.
I tried to analyze her voice. I played the message back. She sounded upset. Of course she was upset… I mean, it was me that had upset her.
She probably wanted to get angry at me. To tell
