“Hon. Morgan is missing.”
That’s how Dad put it when he called. I’d been in the passenger seat, trying to recover from my airplane nerves, wishing my mom would drive a little faster, when my phone buzzed in the cup holder.
Good thing I wasn’t driving. Mom and I were both tired after the early-morning flight back to New Hampshire. I had offered to drive home from the airport, but we both knew I was still to rattled to be operating a car.
“Missing… like missing missing?” I asked. I tend not to be very eloquent when I’m anxious. And Dad has a way of overdramatizing things, so I wanted to clarify.
Mia hadn’t realized how much she missed the mountains. The countryside rolling past her car window was greener than anything in Boston. She loved the moose-crossing signs and the little villages that felt so sleepy and peaceful. June was in-between season in New England, but in another week, the roads would be humming with campers and fancy cars full of New York City people who stopped to take selfies with cows. For now, Mia loved watching the quiet landscapes drift by. Packing the moving truck the day after school ended had been a hassle, but she really was glad to be moving back to Vermont.
Hello all, throws around heart-shaped candies
Morning/almost afternoon all~
I had Random.org select a page and it selected page 186.
A Polaroid photo shows Jenna with her arm around a girl in pigtails, Pearl’s age, with Rick’s amber-flecked eyes. They’re grinning like a pair of thieves over ice-cream cones. Shelly. Rick’s sister. This girl is totally in love with Rick. Her sweetness feels at odds with the girl on the phone, and yet this letter-writing pal of Rick’s little sister must be the girl he loves – and I’m standing here reading his private mail.
Rick’s staring at his phone, as if he can bring her here by telepathy.