![]() ![]() “I got into the University of Southern California.” Mom had given me the letter from the college of my dreams on the way out. “She wants me to come back to live with her…to work on our relationship.” We stood in a hidden corner by the payphones in the Amtrak station. “Me too.” I looked around and smiled at Daniel. “Do you think she’ll be able to stop drinking?” ![]() “What do you think?” I asked Daniel as we arrived back at the train station in Edgewood. ![]() Outside the window, snow fell at a tamed speed, falling against the tree branches, falling against every inch of Chicago.Īnd when the clock struck midnight, everyone cried. His voice was smoother than I’d ever heard it before. ![]() Mom looked up toward him and smiled, waiting for his answer. As Mom and I folded up the last of the clothes to send the Goodwill, Daniel played Gabby’s guitar. “Thank you,” he said, taking the guitar into his hands. “It deserves to be played.”ĭaniel looked over to me and I smiled, nodding. “Please,” Mom whispered, running her fingers over the guitar strings. Mom lifted up Gabby’s guitar and smiled toward Daniel. On New Year’s Eve, we cleaned out the bedroom, too. We mourned the first Christmas without Gabby. Those few days in Chicago, Mom and I didn’t figure things out. Right now, we were just two people made to screw up, f**k up, and learn new things. I didn’t know what to think of the exchange between the two of us.Īnd maybe tomorrow, I would be mad again.Īnd maybe when I went back to Wisconsin, I would hate her once more. But all I could do was hug her, pull her to me, and cry into her. ![]()
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