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eyes a minute trying to catch on.
    “On the bus.”
    I nodded. “Yep. On the bus.”
    “Okay. I really hope your mom says yes.” He gave a quick smile and turned to leave.
    He walked down the steps, turned, waved and started walking.
    I expected my mother to be standing at the window, trying to catch a glimpse of the strange boy calling on her daughter. She wasn’t. Shocking. They were all seated at the kitchen table indulging in apple and pumpkin pies. Definitely weird.
    I got back on the couch and picked up my book. I still didn’t understand how Chris found out where I lived. I didn’t know if I should feel flattered or frightened.
    “Someone special?” Grandma sat beside me.
    I looked up from my book and shook my head adamantly. “No. Not at all.”
    Grandma looked at me skeptically, “You should’ve seen how you lit up when your mother told you he was out there. You looked pretty crazy about him.”
    I put my book down. I spoke in a soft voice because I didn’t want Mom to know. I wasn’t exactly sure how she would feel about the whole age thing with Jordan.
    “I thought it was someone else.”
    I could see from her raised eyebrows and sly smile I piqued her interest. Grandma reached over and pulled my foot onto her lap and started rubbing it.
    “Tell me all about him.”
    The idea appealed to me. My foot massage felt wonderful. I felt the tension in my body ease and thought I’d agree to anything right about now. Where was this lady my whole life?
    “Well, that was Chris. I don’t really know him at all. I don’t even know if I like him. But he asked around and found out where I live. Isn’t that weird?”
    Grandma nodded. “Very. But I meant the other boy. The one you’re interested in.”
    I felt my face fill with color. I thought I’d glaze over how we met and all the little things he did that made me think he liked me. But once I got started I went on and on. I described every detail I could, all except what prompted our walk home.
    Grandma listened. Really listened. She didn’t even look judgmental. I felt so comfortable telling her about Jordan, I even slipped with his age. I thought she’d freak, but she took it amazingly well.
    “Give him some time.” She advised. “Your age has him concerned because he respects you.”
    “You think so?” I asked.
    “Why don’t you date this other boy. If not him, someone else. Let Jordan see you’re not waiting around. That might put him into gear.”
    “Or else?”
    “Or else you might just have to let it be and give him time. You never know what might come in a few years.”
    “A few years?” I asked incredulously. “He’s a senior. I might never see him after June.”
    Grandma patted my leg, “If your feelings are that strong, and you’ve had him on your mind for the last seven months, I think you’ll make it your business to keep in touch with him.”
    Since I didn’t have anything better in mind, I thought I’d give her suggestion a shot. I certainly had nothing to lose.
    I hated seeing my grandparents leave. We shared such an amazing weekend. A cloud of sadness formed in my heart. I didn’t want to lose touch with them again. I didn’t know if it was the move to Florida, or the passing of time since my father’s death, but my grandmother seemed much warmer, softer. I enjoyed the bonding time we had. Grandpa was always wonderful. I was happy nothing about him changed.
    I moped around all day Sunday, missing them. Without them here to distract me, my mind drifted to Jordan. I’d see him Monday. Of that, I was sure.
    Ten
    Monday morning at the bus stop I had the pleasure of introducing Maria to the little group trying to woo me into their ranks. Maria wasn’t used to me breaking out from behind the barriers I’d placed around myself years ago. I was usually more predictable than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
    Chris stood next to me, making corny jokes for my benefit and practically ignored Maria. I couldn’t be sure,