At this point of our conversation, we arrived at the end of Elvin’s driveway. I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but Elvin quickly wheeled around and, with his back to me, began walking up his driveway towards the front door of his house. I almost called out for him to turn around, but at the last moment I stopped myself, because I didn’t know what I would say if he did.
I took the long way home that afternoon, counting each step. I counted a total of 1,782. Each time my foot hit the ground, I felt a sense of urgency to move forward. When I finally arrived at my house, I entered the four digit code into the keypad on the garage and went inside. It being late spring, I felt a cold rush of air that instantly counteracted the heat of the day. My sweat instantly started drying up and my body temperature began adjusting to the comforts of air conditioning.
“How was school, dear?”
The open probes from Mom. I never knew how to answer such a general question.
“It was okay.”
That was all I said. Usually she came back with a witty retort, but today she just let it slide. I took off my shoes and backpack and placed them both neatly in my cubby. I had no homework, but even if I did I am not sure I would have done it. I made my way into my bedroom and shut the door slowly behind me.
To be continued…