Once again, everyone left for the summer, including Aaron. Only Brian remained. He’d grown his hair long. He looked like a blond hippie. He’d broken up with Veronica. Serena broke up with him. He’d briefly dated a girl named Stefanie. He was getting so-so grades and was playing Lacrosse. I didn’t even know what that was. I think we called that field hockey when we were in high school. He was somehow taller now, a late growth spurt. He was leaner, too, ripped from playing sports. I could barely see the seven-year-old in his face anymore. And, trust me, I looked.
“What will happen to us next year?” he asked, alone in my apartment, Curtis having departed weeks earlier.
“In context to what?”
“You’ll be with your mom. I’ll still be in college. Will we grow apart?”
I frowned. “We haven’t yet
