XX
said and done
Svetlana ended up with a high school diploma before the New Year rolled around but Vera and I dragged our feet. Vera was much too busy enjoying her new husband to worry about school and I decided to attend an adult learning centre twice a week and volunteer at the animal shelter two more days a week. My dad got a minimum wage job and I began rebuilding my relationship with my little brother. I made new friends and began having a mostly typical social life again. Step by step the pieces were falling into place.
“Are you going to the memorial this time around?” Sveta asked me as the two of us drove back to the trailer after an outing.
“I ought to,” I replied with a sigh, “I didn’t attend last year because I couldn’t handle to see nineteen crosses instead of twenty.”
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