The day passes painfully slowly. When I received Kevin's message, I had already decided that I sincerely wanted to give him a chance, much to Maddow's pleasure.
I think about him all day long. My mother senses that something is up, but luckily she doesn't say anything about it and let me daydream.
Although I am glad he contacted me, I am curious how he got my number. As far as I know, he and his father returned home immediately after our meeting and did not speak to anyone else. I don't know anyone from his pack who could have given my number either.
I play more with my food during dinner than I put it in my mouth. My father makes a few more attempts to talk and explain why he is acting this way, but I don't listen. My mother looks at me disapprovingly when I ignore him for the umptee
