Monsoon Summer (2009)
“I kept my eyes on the back of the driver’s head, fighting the urge to put my fingers in my ears. When I finally entered the cool, quiet apartment, I almost collapsed with relief. Slipping into a pair of shorts and one of Steve’s old T-shirts that he’d passed on to me, I decided to get my boring weight-training session out of the way.As I lifted and counted reps, I fought the temptation to run down the hill to the phone. A good discussion with Steve was my usual way of unwinding in the afternoon...s. No crowds. Just the two of us, working the booth, chatting, taking a coffee break every so often. But I’d just spoken to him three days ago. It was too expensive to call so soon. And I couldn’t let him know that I was missing him a hundred times more than he was missing me.As for sending e-mails, Dad and Eric had found a cyber café, but it had been packed with hordes of young people. “You’d hate it in there, Jazz,” Dad told me. “Everybody stared, and I almost suffocated trying to check my e-mail.”MoreLess
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