I had a good day today. Even though Mom made me organize the pantry after I’d finished my homework. (We had a jar of olives in there that expired three years ago! WHY DID WE BRING THEM WITH US WHEN WE MOVED?)
My walk home from school with Jo was especially nice. She said Jake had told Violet that she should come with him when he visits Jo on Sunday. So she can talk to me in person. I hope she comes! I know we can work things out, if we get some time together.
Maybe I could convince Mom and Dad to let us go to that nice bakery with Jake and Jo. Or maybe we’ll have to stay home, and she’ll have to watch me fold our laundry. Either way, somehow, I’ll make it okay.
One funny thing happened, as I was walking with Jo. We passed the A train station in our neighborhood. It is definitely NOT a nice station. The paint is peeling down there, and it’s shadowy, and the trash cans are overflowing, and it smells funny. But still. As we were passing it, I remembered everyone waiting there for me, so worried, when I was finally getting back from Violet’s. I remembered what it felt like to see them watching for me as I walked up the stairs from the train. And I got such a nice feeling.
I guess Jo was thinking exactly the same thing. Because she pointed at the sign for the station and said to me, “I somehow love that place.”
“Me too,” I said. “It weirdly reminds me of home.”
