JENNIFER
The days were running fast, and Spring break was drawing nearer. Luca had not spoken to me, not even about our project. My frustration grew each day, as Luca continued to avoid any discussion about our project. Not a word had been exchanged about who would cover which parts, leaving me in a state of uncertainty about where to begin my preparation. Also, I wanted us to emerge winners of the debate, but Luca had mastered the act of evading me. He always came home when I was deep asleep and left early when I have not awoken. His aloofness had gradually dissolved the initial guilt I felt for destroying his mother's framed portrait.
Since the previous night, Luca had confined himself to his room, and Liza, citing her daughter's complications, had absented herself as well. This l
