Chapter 6
When Cal opened the old leather notebook, he didn’t recognize his mother’s handwriting at first; he didn’t have much to remember it by. The first entry was dated January 1980.
Dear Diary,
I’m probably too old to be calling it that. I should call it something sophisticated, like “journaling.”
I’m so tired of being cooped up in this house. Mom & Dad refuse to let me move out, even though most of my friends have already moved away. They won’t even let me live in the dorms, let alone go to an out-of-state school.
Danny said I should ignore them and do it anyway, but he doesn’t understand. He said we could move in together. He has some money saved from his job and thinks we’ll have enough to buy furniture with. I know they’d stop paying my tuition if I did that, though, and I wan
