EPILOGUE
After graduation, I continued to work at Mr Gravitz through the end of that summer. I went to junior college, and by Christmas of that year, Mr Willard offered me a position at the News-Messenger, helping to writing a weekly column. Many subscribers called in and enjoyed reading my piece, A Farewell to My Classmates. People even ask if I am the kid who wrote the poem about the Space Shuttle crash. Anyway, I like the job, school, and my life. It was hard to leave the pizza joint; I had worked there for three years. Mr Willard’s offer came at the best time possible. Darla and I are closer than ever. No, we are not dating – she is my sister, for God’s sake.
I rented an apartment across town from Pops. I cannot live with him for ever. Plus, Edna moved in, and they had their baby. Sh
