I watched Drew, smiling.This is probably what made me the happiest. Not the talking, not the lessening nightmares (his mother had informed me), but the thinking. I could remember the blank stare in Drew’s eyes, occasionally, after a bad night, it returned. But at other times, he would be staring off into space and you could just tell. He was thinking. He wasn’t empty.
I still hadn’t seen him smile. That worried me slightly, but not enough to really bother about being overly humorous. I was content to go slow.
Besides, I really like Nebraska.
There was a thin layer of snow outside, and christmas was fast approaching. Finals started tomorrow, and Drew and I had been studying like crazy.
Drew might just be able to pull straight C’s.
Me? A’s and B’s, and one C in Home Ec, which I find totally hilarious. I mean, hello, I live alone. Sharon and I are practically best buddies (I always get along better with parents than other kids my age). Our lunch table had also swelled a bit to add Bill and (ugh) Amelia.