Ch. 2
I picked her up at her house the next night with a small dandelion in my hand. "It was the first one I'd seen here in Georgia. I know most people see them as weeds but…"
She cut me off, "They are my favorite! Thank you."
As we drove to the baseball field, Sarah talked and I really listened; not because I had to but because I wanted to. She told me about her family, especially her younger brother. "He's so quirky and is always making noise, but he is still sweet and really kind hearted," she said softly. "What about you? Do you like your family?"
"Um I live with my dad and my sister Courtney, she's a senior. I can't wait for her to go off to college. I mean she's alright I guess but she yells a lot and is self centered. And my dad works too much."
"What about your mom?"
I laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" she demanded.
"You," I answered. "You aren't afraid to ask any question, no matter how personal or messy."
"Is that a bad thing?" she asked furrowing her eyebrows in concern.
"No. It's really cool actually." And I meant it too. "Well, my mom she's gone. She went a-wall a couple months before we moved here."
"Why?"
"People change I guess," I said not really knowing the real answer.
"Do people change, or do situations?"
I half smiled and pulled into a parking place. I opened her door and put my old cubs baseball cap on her head.
"I can't wear this!" she exclaimed taking my hand as she hopped out of the truck. "This is Brave's Country!"
"Oh come on! You'd be really cute in a Cubs uniform!" I played.
"Never!" she teased.
As fate would have it, the Braves beat my beloved baseball team an I listened to Sarah brag all the way home; not because I had to, but because I wanted to.