I know, you’re wondering when did the Bong Years start? And I’m getting there. Just let me tell my story in my own time, okay? Catalina comes into it a lot, so you might as well know about my first summer there…
“Don’t forget to floss,” Mom cautioned.
“Yeah, those braces weren’t cheap,” Ronny grumbled, in that grouchy-grouch voice.
In the middle of a hug, Mom stiffened almost imperceptibly before smoothing my hair, something she hadn’t done since I was eight.
“Okay.” I started to say ‘I love you’ but somehow the words got stuck when an older girl, a teenager in a baby-blue Catalina Island Camp t-shirt and white shorts, walked by. I take it back, she didn’t walk, she full-on floated out the terminal doors before joining the crowd on the dock.
Mom’s gaze followed mine as she led me outs
