Chapter 8 - Trent
I saw her again! Couldn’t believe my eyes. I walked into Berryhills and there she was, sitting with a group of friends. I played it cool, planned to talk more to her before she left. But Cliff came in arguing with Michael. It was the same family feud they frequently fought over, the care of their sister. Margie was in an accident the night of her senior prom. Car full of loaded teenagers, driving drunk with their lights off on the seawall in Galveston. None of them made it out unscathed, but Margie was hurt the worst. She lived in a nursing facility with a million old folks. Her mind wasn’t always there, so the brothers went by everyday that their parents couldn’t make it. The parents were on vacation in Colorado, trying to escape the summer heat and humidity. Cliff and Michael didn’t agree on the type of care Margie should have. When they went to see her as often as they had lately, they always ended up arguing about where she should live. It was heart-breaking to witness. Everyone at the table had an opinion, and the debate raged on so heatedly that I missed the redhead’s departure.
“Don’t act so bummed, dude,” Cliff said. I had just noticed that she was gone. I’d missed another chance. I wanted to kick myself, because I knew I’d be regretting it for a long time. I didn’t want to get into it with my friends.
“Sorry. I was thinking of how much I’ll miss you guys.” I kept my eyes on the food on my plate, so they wouldn’t see the emotion running through me.
“Ah,” Bailey said. She rubbed my arm and stuck her bottom lip out. “We’ll keep...