Sunday evening I received one last message from Blake. Of course, I let the answering machine pick up.

Hey Judi, it’s me calling for like, the millionith time…uh… I’m not gonna be in school this week because we got to go to California…my grandpa died last night. We’re going for his funeral….so I’m not gonna be around. But I just wanted to say, again, for like, the millionith time…I’m really sorry for what happened the other night. I-

In disgust, I shut off the answering machine half way through the message. No matter how many times he apologized, he was never going to get my forgiveness. Even if he was in agony over his grandpa’s death.

“Judi! Time to eat!” my mother called. I trotted down the stairs in fury.