“But who’s going to the concert with you?”
“I’ll be all alone either way,” she muttered to herself.
“What say, baby?”
Hovering far and above her like helium balloons loosened from the grasp of a child, Lia’s parents inched each day a bit further into oblivion. Complete freedom and not the direct communication of words was the consolation they offered in the absence of her best friend. How long would they have to indulge her, to grant her such perimeters of freedom? No one knew.
In any case, when Lia told them she was (bravely, fearlessly) taking off for the concert in San Diego, her father only quietly inquired, in a delicate tone, “You meeting friends there, baby?” She would have felt lonely even if she did have someone to go with. But because she didn’t, she quickly came up with, “Ye
