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Show Inside Out, 63 Chapter 15: Andli Was it over? Had it been all a joke? I lay in bed thinking. I couldn't believe this sense of loss, and it was embarrassing that I cared so much. It couldn't have been a joke. I really had been believing this guy. Then why didn't he write back? Maybe he had been busy, doing something else right then instead of at the library waiting for me. It wasn't as if I could expect him to spend his whole life-urn, death-waiting around the library in case I showed up, right? Maybe the library internet had been down. No, I had been able to check my e-mail just fine. OK, so I wasn't able to talk to him today. So? I'd try again another time. Maybe he had been gone because he was looking for Mom. Mom. My heart flipped like a fish jumping. If Joseph managed to find her, could it really be possible that I might get to talk to her via IM? Why not? If I could talk to Joseph, why not Mom? And then a thought stung my brain: what would I say to Mom if I got the chance? It had been four years. I had been only twelve when the accident happened. And now I was sixteen, maybe a different person entirely. What would Mom think of me now? What if she didn't like how I'd turned out? What would I say to her? It took a long time to fall asleep. The next morning, I mindlessly opened my e-mail before breakfast. |