07.27.99 1:35 a.m. - James O'Barr
"Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever."
07.27.99 1:35 a.m. - James O'Barr
- James O'Barr
Created on 7/17/01 from a letter written to a Kate.
Granted, it's only been a day since Kate left. Less than that, in fact. But I still miss her greatly, because I haven't spoken to her since.
I almost called her at six this morning, but I wasn't sure if I should. I probably should have.
I know that she called at around six, but I was out with the Cold Spring people. And I drove rather well. I drove to Kendall's house and even PARALLEL PARKED!!! Aren't you proud of me? I hope you are. I was.
Then, after I picked up Kendall, we were going to get Jesse (Who didn't know we were going to). She looked rather bad, still in her PJs at 6ish. So we were going to go back later.
So we went to Conor's house, who I was originally going to hang out with and I had called numerous times to no avail. So I parked in the Grand Union parking lot and walked over to his house. He wasn't there, but his sister Margaret was. I had spoken to her about three times, prior to showing up and she insulted Conor for missing my car. So she, being the good little hostess, attended and talked to us (ignoring someone she had put on hold). Kendall asked her how old she was and she said twelve. I kind of did a double take, because she looked 15 or 16, at least. I believe my exclamation was "By the gods, they were nice to you! Did you absorb Conor's growth hormones?" She looks older than he does. There is something to all of this. Hmmm...
Anyway, when Conor finally did come home, he looked at us, waved hi, then realized that we should not have been there. Then he freaked out, threw the cup in his arms up in the air, and said "WHOA! HI! WOW!" Truly an amusing lad. So, we all talked for a bit. Then we went to find Jesse.
Once she was obtained, we went to Wendy's. Plenty double entendres were had over Frosties. Then I drove the lot of them home. That was my day.
And now I want to find someone to talk to about how much I miss Kate! I can't really endure being away from her this long!!
In chipper news, she may have her very own double bed in the cabin in Lake George, as Corrine's apartment is only a half an hour from our cabin. So she and Dan very well may stay there. Also Corrine's roommate's boyfriend owns a hotel. So...
It's all good. And I miss Kate. A lot. Why isn't she calling again?! Don't they let her near phones there? Didn't Bryan tell her I would be home before dark? I am not ready to drive in the dark. Give me two more days and I'll be masterful at it though. I learn rather quickly when I need to. And I don't have a nagging fury on my back.
Oh, yay! She just called. She is going on a hike. She sounds like she is having so much fun. Goddess, how much I wish I could be there with her. I honestly get a bit jealous when she has fun experiences and I cannot share them with her. Kind of silly, right? Actually, you probably fully understand.
Oh! I really wish I could be there with her. I wish I could go to college with her. I hope she isn't having too much fun... Not in a suspicious way, of course... I totally trust her but I don't want her to enjoy not being with me too much... Oh, I am being silly. Sorry.
I think you know what I mean. But she will be home before I know it. And she will be calling me in a half hour, maybe... Oh, I miss her so!
reading: I cannot read, Kate is elsewhere!
listening: the phone in hopes it will ringwanting: Katerbean with me now. Or me with her. That would definitely work.
interesting thought: I never knew I could miss someone so much! Thomm Quackenbush is an author and teacher in the Hudson Valley. Double Dragon publishes four novels in his Night's Dream series (We Shadows, Danse Macabre, and Artificial Gods, and Flies to Wanton Boys). He has sold jewelry in Victorian England, confused children as a mad scientist, filed away more books than anyone has ever read, and tried to inspire the learning disabled and gifted. He is capable of crossing one eye, raising one eyebrow, and once accidentally groped a ghost. When not writing, he can be found biking, hiking the Adirondacks, grazing on snacks at art openings, and keeping a straight face when listening to people tell him they are in touch with 164 species of interstellar beings. He likes when you comment.