Nineteen
DECEMBER-17 YEARS OLD
It is almost Christmas now. The last month was horrible. I couldn’t reach James except one time when he was on his way out the door to work. His mom was nice about it, but I knew he wasn’t as busy as she said he was. He hadn’t called me the whole month. Not once.
“Ms. Delaney, could you please tell him to call me. Anytime. I just need to talk to him. Will you tell him that for me?”
“Yes, dear, I’ll tell him. He really is very busy you know. I tried to warn you both that long distance stuff just doesn’t work.”
“I know ma’am. Just tell him please.”
“I will, Kelly.”
That was two days ago. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.
My thoughts are interrupted by Audrey calling me through the house, “Kelly, you have a letter!” she burst through my bedroom door, “from Jame
