Chapter 14: Resolution
Write him Meg. Meg couldn't get what her dad had said to her out of her mind. She broke from her trance when she saw the phone as she started up the stairs to her room. She ran to the phone, picking up the receiver she began to dial.
"Hello..."
"Rox, I just talked to my dad. He told me to write Jimmy and that I didn't need Luke anyways and..."
"Hold up motor mouth! What are you talking about?"
So Meg went into the whole story again with Rox that she had gone into with her dad. Only this time she added her conversation with her father.
"So?" Roxanne asked after it was all over.
"So...what do I do?"
"You...write...him," Roxanne replied sounding like there was no reason for her opinion to matter, that it was no big deal.
"Okay." Meg paused not really knowing what to do still.
"Meg don't be scared. Just write him. You'll never really know what will happen 'til you write him. Stop making up scenarios in that pretty little blonde head of yours and just write him." With that Roxanne hung up the phone.
Meg let out a disgusted grunt that her friend would hang up on her. She stared at the receiver and let out another grunt as she placed it back. Walking up the stairs, she talked to herself.
"Yeah, just write him. What could it hurt?... Yeah..."
Up in her room pencil in hand and pad of paper in front of her, she sat motionless.
C'mon Meg, she thought to herself. Just start writing.
"Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain/ Telling me just what a fool I've been," sang out from the radio speaker.
"Right, I've got to do this," Meg said speaking to the radio in front of her.
"Dear Jimmy, It's me, Meg. How are things in Vietnam?—No!!" Meg complained ripping the top sheet of paper from the pad, wadding it up and chunking it to the waste basket beside her desk.
A gentle knock at the door caused Meg to turn seeing her mother's familiar smiling face.
"Just came up to say goodnight, sweetie," Helen smiled caringly toward her daughter.
"Night, mom."
"Don't stay up too late."
"I won't."
"Night," Helen said with a sparkle in her eye.
"Night," Meg repeated turning back to her pad of paper hearing the door click shut.
"I can't love another, when my heart's somewhere far away," the radio sang out to Meg again as she really began to write.
"Dear Jimmy, It's me, Meg. Things have been really crazy around here. First of all,..."
Write him Meg. Meg couldn't get what her dad had said to her out of her mind. She broke from her trance when she saw the phone as she started up the stairs to her room. She ran to the phone, picking up the receiver she began to dial.
"Hello..."
"Rox, I just talked to my dad. He told me to write Jimmy and that I didn't need Luke anyways and..."
"Hold up motor mouth! What are you talking about?"
So Meg went into the whole story again with Rox that she had gone into with her dad. Only this time she added her conversation with her father.
"So?" Roxanne asked after it was all over.
"So...what do I do?"
"You...write...him," Roxanne replied sounding like there was no reason for her opinion to matter, that it was no big deal.
"Okay." Meg paused not really knowing what to do still.
"Meg don't be scared. Just write him. You'll never really know what will happen 'til you write him. Stop making up scenarios in that pretty little blonde head of yours and just write him." With that Roxanne hung up the phone.
Meg let out a disgusted grunt that her friend would hang up on her. She stared at the receiver and let out another grunt as she placed it back. Walking up the stairs, she talked to herself.
"Yeah, just write him. What could it hurt?... Yeah..."
Up in her room pencil in hand and pad of paper in front of her, she sat motionless.
C'mon Meg, she thought to herself. Just start writing.
"Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain/ Telling me just what a fool I've been," sang out from the radio speaker.
"Right, I've got to do this," Meg said speaking to the radio in front of her.
"Dear Jimmy, It's me, Meg. How are things in Vietnam?—No!!" Meg complained ripping the top sheet of paper from the pad, wadding it up and chunking it to the waste basket beside her desk.
A gentle knock at the door caused Meg to turn seeing her mother's familiar smiling face.
"Just came up to say goodnight, sweetie," Helen smiled caringly toward her daughter.
"Night, mom."
"Don't stay up too late."
"I won't."
"Night," Helen said with a sparkle in her eye.
"Night," Meg repeated turning back to her pad of paper hearing the door click shut.
"I can't love another, when my heart's somewhere far away," the radio sang out to Meg again as she really began to write.
"Dear Jimmy, It's me, Meg. Things have been really crazy around here. First of all,..."