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Show 46 not today. She pulled her gray sweatshirt together in front, zipped it halfway, then stood to shake the kinks out of her legs. Looking around, she decided Liberty Park was having as dismal a Sunday as she was. There were hardly any joggers. And she hadn't seen a single old-timer in the hour she'd been sitting there. Dyna traded the history book for a notebook, then dug in her tote bag for a pen. Maybe if she wrote in her journal, the day wouldn't be a total waste. Entry #12, she printed across the top of the next clean page. The sky's a mess! Dirty gray clouds are scudding along overhead. 8wept_by a wind that's honing its edges for winter . . ." Dyna read the sentence several times. She liked the mood of it, which matched her own. I'm starting to shiver sitting here, she wrote on with fingers that didn't want to cooperate, but it serves me right. Sometimes I wish the snow could pile up on me like on a piece of furniture left outside over winter. How would I look? The squirrels would think I was a Liberty Park sculpture. What a great way to hide! Then, if the sun ever came out again, I could reappear. Maybe. If I felt like it. It was a year ago this month that I first met Frog. Right here. We each had a sack of bread, only mine was French and his was corn bread. The ducks were really pigging out that day, very scrappy and, noisy. We got to laughing over old Glub-Glub, who always tries to throw her weight around except she's too slow for the competition. We had to feed her separately at the fence. Somehow, Frog and I got into this heavy discussion over which bread the ducks liked most-mine or his (which I thought was way too crumbly). That's the way we started to be friends. Some friend! I wish he was here right now, I'd spit in his eye! The person I really wish was here, this very minute, is my dad. Maybe he could take me in hand, keep me out of trouble. I wonder if he'll ever come back. I used to think he'd come home for my graduation or when I got married or something, but now I'm not so sure. Sometimes I think he'8 gone for good. |
