It was a quiet ride from Jeannie’s house to Cal Park, both of us not knowing what to say. I tried to keep it out of my head, but it just hung like a dark cloud.
I had this feeling that when she left, something would happen, and I’d never see her again.
Molly noticed me looking out the windshield, took my hand, and said softly, “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
Turning off the ignition, I answered, “What do you want me to say, Hon? I don’t want you to leave!”
“Something like that,” she said, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
“Nothing we say or do is gonna change what happens next week. I’ll watch you leave Saturday, Molly, and my life will never be the same again.”
“I’m only seventeen years old,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears, “but I know deep in my heart that I want to spen
