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spoon and began to eat the contents.
The entire day I was a
bundle of nerves. For some reason, I hadn’t told anyone about the
planned meeting with my father. Not even Devon. Of course, I
wouldn’t tell my mother. She would forbid me to go. But I didn’t
tell Devon or Elizabeth or anyone else because part of me worried
the meeting might not happen. I knew it was stupid, but whenever I
wanted something really badly, I kept it to myself. And I’d never
wanted anything as badly as I wanted to see Dad.
I barely touched my chicken
nuggets at lunch― a fact that Devon noticed immediately. “Chicken”
was what the cafeteria sign said they were, but the greyish color
of the meat made me skeptical.
“Still haven’t heard from your
father?” she asked, her tone barely above a whisper.
Our lunch table was crowded; everyone
was preoccupied gossiping about the upcoming weekend and the
fast-approaching prom, or doing homework for their afternoon
classes. I glanced around to be sure no one was paying attention to
us.
“Just the opposite, actually,” I
mumbled, aimlessly swirling a fry in a pile of ketchup and
mayonnaise.
Devon arched an eyebrow in response as
she sipped her soda through a straw.
I sighed. Not telling Devon was a lot
different than lying to her. And I never lied to my best
friend.
“I’m meeting him tonight,” I admitted.
“We’re having dinner.”
“What?” Devon exclaimed loudly,
drawing curious looks from Elizabeth and Cooper, who were copying
Mandy’s Latin homework for the class that all three of them had the
following period. Mandy had ear buds in, and kept mumbling French
phrases under her breath.
Devon hurriedly shoved a nugget in her
mouth, while I nibbled the end of my fry. Once Elizabeth and Cooper
had lost interest in our conversation, Devon continued in a much
lower tone. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just,
what if he doesn’t show? No point in both of us getting our hopes
up for nothing.”
“He’ll show,” she replied, nodding
confidently to drive home the promise. “He loves you, Eel. Have
some faith.”
I had faith alright. Faith that the
meeting was too good to be true. I’d been waiting five years for
this. Until I saw my father and looked at him with my own two eyes,
I wouldn’t truly believe that this was really happening.
“Do me a favor?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“If my mom calls you, will you cover
for me?” I hated asking Devon to lie for me, but I wanted to cover
all of my bases. I had already planned on calling Mom on the way to
the Moonlight and telling her that I was having dinner with Devon.
And now that I’d told Devon the truth about meeting my father,
enlisting her help with my alibi seemed like a good
idea.
“Don’t worry,” she smiled broadly,
“I’ve got you covered.”
****
The drive to the Moonlight
only took twenty minutes. I arrived there early, a full thirty
minutes before six o’clock. I passed the time by scripting how the
meeting would play out. Dad would tell me how much I had grown. I
would tell him he hadn’t aged a day. He would say he loved me and
that there wasn’t a moment that went by he didn’t think about me. I
would tell him that now that I was eighteen, Mom couldn’t keep him
from seeing me. We would laugh and cry and it would be the stuff
of Seventh Heaven reruns.
The parking lot was empty,
except for a beat-up Dodge Ram parked by the dumpsters. It wasn’t
surprising since the Moonlight closed after breakfast and didn’t
reopen until dinnertime. Time dragged. I repeatedly glanced at the
clock on my dash and my cell phone. One minute passed, followed by
two. Nothing on the radio held my attention. Not even the Rush Hour
Renegades and their nightly top five, most-overplayed,
over-requested, songs in the nation. At five before six, I turned
off the Bug’s engine and made my way up the wooden steps that led to the
Moonlight’s front door. The sign on the door was
The entire day I was a
bundle of nerves. For some reason, I hadn’t told anyone about the
planned meeting with my father. Not even Devon. Of course, I
wouldn’t tell my mother. She would forbid me to go. But I didn’t
tell Devon or Elizabeth or anyone else because part of me worried
the meeting might not happen. I knew it was stupid, but whenever I
wanted something really badly, I kept it to myself. And I’d never
wanted anything as badly as I wanted to see Dad.
I barely touched my chicken
nuggets at lunch― a fact that Devon noticed immediately. “Chicken”
was what the cafeteria sign said they were, but the greyish color
of the meat made me skeptical.
“Still haven’t heard from your
father?” she asked, her tone barely above a whisper.
Our lunch table was crowded; everyone
was preoccupied gossiping about the upcoming weekend and the
fast-approaching prom, or doing homework for their afternoon
classes. I glanced around to be sure no one was paying attention to
us.
“Just the opposite, actually,” I
mumbled, aimlessly swirling a fry in a pile of ketchup and
mayonnaise.
Devon arched an eyebrow in response as
she sipped her soda through a straw.
I sighed. Not telling Devon was a lot
different than lying to her. And I never lied to my best
friend.
“I’m meeting him tonight,” I admitted.
“We’re having dinner.”
“What?” Devon exclaimed loudly,
drawing curious looks from Elizabeth and Cooper, who were copying
Mandy’s Latin homework for the class that all three of them had the
following period. Mandy had ear buds in, and kept mumbling French
phrases under her breath.
Devon hurriedly shoved a nugget in her
mouth, while I nibbled the end of my fry. Once Elizabeth and Cooper
had lost interest in our conversation, Devon continued in a much
lower tone. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just,
what if he doesn’t show? No point in both of us getting our hopes
up for nothing.”
“He’ll show,” she replied, nodding
confidently to drive home the promise. “He loves you, Eel. Have
some faith.”
I had faith alright. Faith that the
meeting was too good to be true. I’d been waiting five years for
this. Until I saw my father and looked at him with my own two eyes,
I wouldn’t truly believe that this was really happening.
“Do me a favor?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“If my mom calls you, will you cover
for me?” I hated asking Devon to lie for me, but I wanted to cover
all of my bases. I had already planned on calling Mom on the way to
the Moonlight and telling her that I was having dinner with Devon.
And now that I’d told Devon the truth about meeting my father,
enlisting her help with my alibi seemed like a good
idea.
“Don’t worry,” she smiled broadly,
“I’ve got you covered.”
****
The drive to the Moonlight
only took twenty minutes. I arrived there early, a full thirty
minutes before six o’clock. I passed the time by scripting how the
meeting would play out. Dad would tell me how much I had grown. I
would tell him he hadn’t aged a day. He would say he loved me and
that there wasn’t a moment that went by he didn’t think about me. I
would tell him that now that I was eighteen, Mom couldn’t keep him
from seeing me. We would laugh and cry and it would be the stuff
of Seventh Heaven reruns.
The parking lot was empty,
except for a beat-up Dodge Ram parked by the dumpsters. It wasn’t
surprising since the Moonlight closed after breakfast and didn’t
reopen until dinnertime. Time dragged. I repeatedly glanced at the
clock on my dash and my cell phone. One minute passed, followed by
two. Nothing on the radio held my attention. Not even the Rush Hour
Renegades and their nightly top five, most-overplayed,
over-requested, songs in the nation. At five before six, I turned
off the Bug’s engine and made my way up the wooden steps that led to the
Moonlight’s front door. The sign on the door was
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