Summer of Love
“Arabella’s voice booms from the kitchen and I can hear her drop her sunglasses and bag on the counter. It’s funny how you get to know the music of someone’s actions — I know the way my dad’s shoes sound in different seasons, his happy walk, his sad whistles — and I know the same things about Arabella. She’s in a good mood, I can tell, from the easy way the keys, glasses, and bag clinked down. If she were annoyed, she’d have clomped them onto the counter.
“I’m in here,” I say and make sure the y...ellow suit is back where it belongs. “I’m searching high and low for an outfit.” High and low, high and low, like Mable’s clue. California beckons and I’m so curious about what’s out there. What if I get to Stanford and find it’s exactly the school I want? Or what if I land and want to turn around before I’ve stepped foot outside of the airport?
“Be right in,” she yells and then I can hear her mumbling — presumably into her phone, though possibly to herself.MoreLess
“I’m in here,” I say and make sure the y...ellow suit is back where it belongs. “I’m searching high and low for an outfit.” High and low, high and low, like Mable’s clue. California beckons and I’m so curious about what’s out there. What if I get to Stanford and find it’s exactly the school I want? Or what if I land and want to turn around before I’ve stepped foot outside of the airport?
“Be right in,” she yells and then I can hear her mumbling — presumably into her phone, though possibly to herself.MoreLess
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