51. Who Knows

So the remaining August days come and go.

And summertime does indeed roll.

And in some crazy, impossible way, I find myself actually looking forward to school. To seeing other students and maybe starting over.

And then an invitation arrives in the mail. Addressed to me.

The Annual Staunch Labor Day Bash

Labor Day

Starting at 4 p.m. and going until ????

I hold the heavy card with the fancy design and shake my head.

Why not?

I have nothing more to lose. I’ve seen the house, and it’s not that frightening.

I’m bored. And lonely. So fine.

Maybe I’ll get some more answers and will learn that I can fly.

That would be great.

I turn the invitation over and see handwriting.

Hi, Chris. Please feel free to bring a guest. We hope you can come. It will certainly be in your best interest if you can make it.

IS

I stare at the initials. IS. Just call me Is.

I decide that I’ll go and that I’m going to get the rest of the story on who I am and why I’m important and then …

Well, then, who knows.