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Show es g the Pilar helped Kim carry her bags and books and suitcas and all the odds and ends that she had collected during th semester. When all her baggage was down on the front porch, Pilar stood inside the doorway gazing silently at Kim. "Thanks for all your help, Pilar. I never could made it to the front porch alone." She choked out a trying to sound somewhat cheerful. But Pilar simply stared at her with large tears welling up in her eyes. "Look, Pilar, I'll write, promise. And maybe you can visit sometime. Idaho has miles of wheat fields they go on forever...golden waves of grain like the song says. The tears were streaming down Pilar's face and Kim could hardly talk through the lump in her throat. "The van's waiting," yelled a brassy senior who was going to the airport with Kim. She had to leave, she knew that. No one had to shout in her ear. But she just couldn't leave Pilar standing on the porch like this, looking so helpless. "Hey, Pilar," Kim called, "it'll be alright. Who knows, my mom might have struck oil in our backyard and I'll be able to come back. And anyways, even if I don't, it's no big deal...OK?" said Kim, turning to go down the steps before the sobs inching up in her throat choked her to death. Pilar smiled through her tears. "No Big Deal," she said softly. Kim climbed into the back seat of the van-gripping her 156 |
