Chapter 17
That weekend in the woods wasn't quite our last time.
Becky kept me busy that week. She'd sleep over my place or I'd sleep over hers, we went out, we crashed a few bad parties, we pretended like we were still in high school and the boys our age weren't desperate or dull. At least I was pretending...
I seemed to see less of Richard. In reality, I probably saw him just as often as before, but now I looked for him, wondered when he'd appear. I longed for just a moment alone with him and felt terrible when I resented Becky for always being around. This was supposed to be our summer and I just couldn't concentrate on having fun. I knew what I wanted.
The dreams of Nick stopped almost entirely. Too many of my dreams now had me back in the woods, holding Richard, frying up bacon or
