My B-side

Who needs the stars anyway?

Jilly forgot her cell phone. Despite our love for Jill Catts none of us dared to turn back around for another 5 block walk. My own legs weary, my cheeks numbingly cold, caused me to volunteer the Mazda. We made our way, all 6 of us, to the NC Boys’ house. We played the music loud, rolled the windows down, and I know, in that moment, we were all subconsciously grateful for Jill’s forgetfulness…One more minute of fun, one more minute of being nineteen and carefree. In our blithe Blake and Taylor noticed the Mazda’s supreme feature, the sunroof. Blake instantaneously pressed the black button. I watched in horror as a moonlit sky half-filled my car. Jenny shared my dreadful view, for she knew the story behind the sunroof. “NO!!!! Stop!!!” she yelled. Blake was greatly confused by her intense request. He asked why. Her eyes danced from Blake to me; my cue. “Well, it’s broken. Once you open it, you will never be able to close it again.” He apologized and hit the neighboring twin button. “Look Gerthie, it closed.” Taylor laughed, “See, with the priesthood you can do things impossible!” It was weird for him to weave our religion into such an apparently trivial matter…weird enough for Jenny to throw a nervous glance in my direction. The boys emptied out of the car, we had reached our destination, and Jilly had her phone. The sunroof was closed but that didn’t keep Jenny and me from examining it. Of course, no one else had noticed. Why would they? They don’t know the story. And for some reason I grew very glad that I had told Jenny, for I had someone to share the burdens of my past with. She saw it all just as I did, not only the priesthood could close a dead sunroof but also the hand of a young boy who wanted to show a girl just how very sorry he was. Too bad she never got it... not until now. You were my Libo.

posted by Melissa at 04:00