Suzanne: The LakeIt was nice. I’d never sat by this lake before although I’d run by it plenty of times. It was peaceful and my Aunt lived half-a-mile away. I could run there in three minutes. And I could run, I realized, to Kerry’s house in under five. This is how runners measure distances.
We were both quiet. I knew that she was processing what I told her. On the train, I realized that what I had to say had to be the first thing I did say. I knew that her first words would be an apology. I watched her all semester and I knew—saw—how sorry she was. She did not need to tell me. Or remind me that in my stubbornness and victimhood I refused to give her the chance to articulate it to me.
I also knew that I needed her to know how sorry I was. Yes, it was her horrible two-seconds but the count
