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you’ll be there as well as Shane and I even think Misty will be there too.” I winked. Jenn turned her nose up when she heard Misty’s name. She’s not her biggest fan by any stretch of the means.
    “OK” she sighs with a bit of relief. “Do you think you would want to go shopping” She asked all excitedly. I guess my statement elevated any concerns she had.
    “OK. Let’s go to Crabtree Valley Mall in Raleigh. We’ll make a day of it on Thursday. We can get our hair done. You can invite Harper. Thank goodness for teacher work days right?” I offer. How could I turn down spending time with my bestie?
    “Right! Yes! Oh gosh, that is a great idea. I’ll go call Harper now!” And as soon as she appeared, she is gone.
    Confused, I put my guitar away and laid on my bed listening to Kenny Chesney and then Lady Antebellum. Country music calms me down. I rolled over and stared at the picture of my mother on my nightstand admiring her gorgeous blonde curls, her pearly white smile. Sometimes I wish she was here to teach me things, like cooking, or the right way to hem a dress. I also wish I had a date that my father could scare off, but I know that would never happen. For one it’s not like I have many gentlemen callers and my father has long since been gone.
    Sometimes it just gets me mad as fire seeing Jennifer fight with her parents, taking their unconditional love for granted, and fully believing that there is always a tomorrow to make up. She has a daddy to snuggle up to, and let her know that everything is going to be alright. She has a mom to teach her how to make granny’s peach cobbler, how to be a lady and make a proper place setting. I have folktales of my parents, a foggy memory and faded pictures worn from my fingers tracing outlines of jaws and crow’s feet. I never knew what my daddy’s voice sounded like or how he smelled. I don’t know if he was right handed or left handed, or how he took his coffee. I can’t tell you how he laughed, or what made him angry. I never got a chance to discover any of these important idiosyncrasies. Most importantly I never got a chance to tell him ‘I love you.’
    Though I had more ample time with my mother – still the chance for memories was short lived. I remember her smile, her scent and her laugh; that I will always treasure. However, I didn’t have enough time to make her proud of me; though I am sure she was already proud of me, I am talking about honest and earned pride. I don’t have her to share boy talk with, to show me how to make a cake or the correct way to debone a fish. She won’t be around to help me plan a wedding, if there ever will be one, or to help me prepare for a baby. She can’t help me mend a broken heart, or see me cross that stage at graduation.
    I don’t even get to have nice dreams at night; I just think what it would be like to be a grown family. Taking vacations together, playing games on family game night. I am robbed of all of that. If I have any dreams at all, and trust me I love the nights when I don’t, they belong to the only person I have ever come to hate. The pure, unadulterated hell that man put me through is too painful to remember consciously, or so my therapist says.
    Hesitatingly, I glance at the clock and I know it’s late enough to regret glancing and seeing how much sleep I just wasted being awake and depressed. I closed my eyes and softly drift into a thankfully empty slumber.
    The next morning I slip easily into my standard routine. Jenn rode into school with me, and as we pull into the parking lot we ran into Jason Grimes.
    “Morning ladies.” Jason said, carrying his baseball gear and backpack across the parking lot.
    “Hey Jason” Jenn answered for us, linking her arm gracefully into mine. I can’t believe he is talking to us. OK, sure I get that he would talk to Jenn, I mean she is a walking, talking, more than life real brunette Barbie doll.
    “Nice wheels, Georgia.” Jason said, then turning to