My dad wants me to get a job, so I’ve been applying at all kinds of restaurants. I think I might have a job as a dishwasher at a fish house, which wouldn’t be so bad.
This is short because I feel so bad about this, about us getting caught and it was totally my fault, and now you’re stuck in Blue Cove without me and I hate that. Don’t let your dad hurt you.
Write soon,
Love,
Joel
June 10, 19—
Dear Joel,
It was my fault as much as yours. I hate this, too, but everything will be okay. We’ll write letters all the time and I’ll try to call you from Beryl’s house. It will be okay, truly. I’m so glad your mom didn’t tell my dad. He would LITERALLY have killed me.
Phoebe will be coming in a couple of days and that always makes me so happy. If you’re not here, I also don’t have to feel so worried about how she’ll take it that we’re together now. She’s had a crush on you forever. Which you know, but I don’t think you’re as worried about hurting her feelings as I am. It’s going to break her heart and that makes me feel like a rotten friend, but I also don’t know how me & you could have not fallen in love. We are SOUL MATES. I really believe that. I could look all over the world and not find anybody who was as right for me as you are.
Do you want to read the same books, maybe? That’s how me and Phoebe keep talking sometimes. I’ll read whatever you want. Also, you can tell me whatever you’re thinking and I’ll do the same. Or tell me about your day, from getting up to going to bed.
A dishwashing job sounds like fun. You’ll make some money, and I know you like to be with your dad sometimes, so you don’t have to act like it’s all terrible. I know it isn’t. My dad wants me to get a job, too, but I’m not cleaning hotel rooms. I mean, how gross! Maybe I’ll see if I can find somebody who will hire me to wait tables. That wouldn’t be so bad. I’d rather work in one of the boutiques and sell tourist stuff, but I can’t wear my normal clothes all the time downtown or my dad will see me. And who would hire the yokel girl with her stupid dresses hanging down below her knees?
A bunch of hippies moved in behind us. They’re going to fix up a school bus and go on the road, drive down the coast to Baja, maybe all the way down to Patagonia (which I thought was someplace else entirely, but is at the southern tip of South America). That would be fun, wouldn’t it? Maybe we can travel like that when we get out of school. Hitchhike in Europe.
Speaking of which, Phoebe is going to Italy with her parents. I’m SO jealous! I’m trying not to be, but I would kill or die to go to Europe, and she’s whining about it. She just doesn’t get how lucky she is, I swear.
Anyway, everything is really going to be okay. Trust me.
Love you lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots. Write back RIGHT AWAY.
Suze
June 16, 19—
Dear Suze,
My dad got me up early to help him in his garden, at 6 am because he says that’s when the best garden things happen. I don’t like getting up early but it was nice out there, for sure. Lotta birds singing and tweeting and all that. Worms and slugs all over (worms good, slugs bad). My dad puts out little dishes of beer for the slugs and one of the things I do is empty the ones from the day before and add new beer. He buys beer just for this, since he doesn’t drink and sometimes I want to steal a beer for myself, but he’d notice.
After the garden, we eat breakfast. Toast and eggs and coffee, which I like. He goes to work and then I have time to myself. I walk around the neighborhood or read or sometimes do push-ups and sit-ups because it’s kind of boring. All that time and nothing to do. There’s a bookstore a few blocks away—it’s a big place, with two floors and a bunch of used books in the basement. I found a paperback of THE DRIFTERS by James Michener for a quarter and I really like it—a bunch of people traveling around Europe and Morocco. I’d love to do that—like you said. Hitchhike around Europe with our backpacks. Let’s plan that for after we graduate.
Anyway, that’s enough of my boring day. I applied for a job at the bookstore, and at first I don’t think the lady thought I’d be good at it, but the application said to list your five favorite books and I couldn’t stop at five, I had to write down ten, and she was like, you read all these books? And I said, and a lot more. She said, these are kind of old for you, aren’t they? I shrugged and told her nobody cares what I read, so I read everything, but my favorites are history and science fiction. She smiled then, and said ah, past and future. Which I never thought about before but is kind of true.
So maybe she’ll hire me. I’d like it better than washing dishes.
Did I give you THE FORGOTTEN DOOR? Maybe it’s in my mom’s house. I kinda want to read it again.
Love love love love love
Joel
PS This is the list. What are yours?
1. SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE
2. BURY MY HEART AT WOUNDED KNEE
3. 1984
4. STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND
5. OLD YELLER
6. THE MARTIAN CHRONICLES
7. THE FORGOTTEN DOOR
8. BLACK ELK SPEAKS
9. BRAVE NEW WORLD
10. CUSTER DIED FOR YOUR SINS
Phoebe
When I got to Amma’s house, I gave her a hug and then ran all the way to Suze’s. I banged on the door, but she wasn’t there, and I poked my head inside the church, but there was only a woman sweeping in the kitchen. “Have you seen Suze?” I asked.
“She’s made friends with the young lady over there,” she said. “Mary. Sweet girl, comes over to help with the food sometimes at church. Makes macramé.”
“Thanks.”
I followed the sidewalk around the side of the church, down the side of the house, across the alley lined with tall lilac bushes. Beneath three towering alder trees, the house sat in a wide pool of shade. On the generous front porch, a pretty girl with hair the color of pale sunlight sat in front of an enormous jute creation of knots. Next to her was Suze, her own hair shortened to the same length as Mary’s, to her hips. She’d claimed her hair was so heavy it was giving her headaches, and the school nurse agreed, so her dad let her cut it. She was wearing a halter top made of what looked like scarves, her shoulders bare and tan. I’d never seen her look like this, and it gave me an odd feeling. When had she changed so much?
She caught sight of me and leaped to her feet. “Phoebe!” she cried, and ran down the steps and over the sidewalk in bare feet to hug me so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. Happiness burst through me as I hugged her back. She was much taller than me now, and her arms and legs felt strong and ropy. Her hair fell in my face. I smelled Herbal Essence shampoo and sunshine, and I thought life could not be much better than this.
“Oh my God,” she said. “I’m so happy to see you! I missed you with my own entire heart.”
“Me too, me too, me too.” I rocked her back and forth, and she laughed, then took my hand.
“Come meet Mary.”
“Where’s your dad?” I asked, alarmed on her behalf if he saw her in this outfit.
“Karen’s holding down the fort. He’s at a conference. She doesn’t care about what I do.”
“That’s pretty good.”
“Tell me about it.”
I allowed myself to be led, but it was like being a mortal entering the land of fairies. Mary and Suze were so slim and tall and ethereally beautiful that I felt like a troll with my curly hair and big boobs and big butt. All the things my mother said came back, that I needed to be more fashionable, that I needed to diet, that I should get a different haircut, that I just needed to be friendly. I felt my blush rise.
Mary stood, smiling, and came over to me, taking both my hands in hers. “Phoebe! I’m so happy to meet you at last. Suze has been talking about you nonstop.”
A puff of ease blew through my dark thoughts. “Thanks. I mean, I’m glad to meet you, too.”
“Do you want some lemonade?” she asked. “Suze will get it for you.”
“Um, sure.”