Chapter 12Today was the day. I was going to be in Boone’s house. Was going to meet his wife, that little girl I knew a long time ago.
Like a child coming home from a long field trip, I was running in my heart, with my eyes on that door, that safe, familiar door.
And I didn’t care if Nathan sulked all day. I couldn’t let him ruin this gift.
“So, tell me about this Boone guy,” he said, this morning.
We were having breakfast. Wheat cereal for Nathan. Peanut butter and jelly sandwich for me.
“You haven’t seen him in how long?”
I washed down the head rush with a glass of fat milk. “Told you, seventeen years.”
Nathan licked his finger and flipped to the business section. “And he was your best friend? Why did you guys drift apart like that?”
I set my plate in the sink. Saturdays, Nathan w
