Chapter 34: The Day I Have To Say Goodbye

I wake to the sound of an engine revving. Loudly.

For a moment, I think I'm back home. It reminds me of my neighbor Wallace and his giant pickup truck - I always knew when he had a girl over because he used to sit in his driveway and rev his engine to show off. The first few times it happened, it woke me up - you sleep odd hours when you work the night shift - so the third time, I threw on some clothes and walked over to ask him to stop. He apologized with some peanut butter cookies his cousin had sent him, and they were so good that I couldn't be mad anymore. After that, any time he had one of his car-revving sessions, baked goods often showed up on my doorstep soon after. Usually it just ended up being chocolate sandwich cookies from the Corner Mart, but it's impossible to be mad when you have cookies.

My stomach rumbles as I think about cookies. How can I be so hungry again? I blame you, sweet one.

I roll over, too sleepy to get out of bed just yet. The revving outside continues,