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Raeâs reflection, sitting subdued on the rumpled bedclothes.
âI canât believe youâre leaving.â Rae ran a hand through her short, dyed-coppery hair. âYou have to email me as soon as you get there. Or Iâll worry you were eaten by wolves.â
âIâm pretty sure there arenât wolves in Wales.â I laughed a little, but at the same time I felt like crying. My face in the mirror looked pinched and pale. âIâll write to you as soon as I can. The main farmhouse has wi-fi but our cottage doesnât.â
âWhatâll I do without you?â Rae wailed, flopping back onto the bed.
I rolled my eyes. âYouâll be fine. Donât you have that leadership program for student government?â I asked pointedly. âYouâll have Bethany.â And you could have been hanging out with me more this whole time anyway . But I didnât say that.
âWeâve never spent a summer apart,â she said, her voice still sad. âCan you believe it? We even went to that horrible camp together back in fifth grade, the one where I got eaten alive by mosquitoes and you fell into the river with your shoes on.â
I relented, finally. âMy purple Converse sneakers. I was so mad I yanked Derek Atkinson into the water after me.â Now I was crying, and smiling at the same time. I shoved aside a pile of sweaters and sat down next to Rae on the bed. She leaned her head on my shoulder.
âYou know, if you end up marrying that Gareth guy, you have to invite me to the wedding.â That surprised me into laughing again. âOr you guys can just sneak off and do it behind a bush, but you have to tell me everything . â
âGod! My parents are scared heâs a predator, while you, on the other hand, are the actual perv.â I shoved her back onto the bed. âGive me some credit. Anyway, at this rate I might never get to meet him.â I hated to even think about that possibility.
âYou have to, Wyn.â Rae was serious now. âYouâre going to be alone there. You need a friend. Itâll make it feel more like home.â
Home. Wales would be home for the next month at least. Maybe for the whole summer. I swallowed back a lump in my throat.
âRae, can you hand me that duffel bag?â I sniffled a little and started stuffing a change of clothes into it.
âHey,â Rae said after a few silent minutes of me packing. âYouâll have to learn to drive in opposite land.â
âUm, no.â I zipped up the green duffel. âIâll take driverâs ed this fall instead.â I tried to sound like it didnât matter, but I still felt an emptiness in my chest. Iâd be missing so much.
A few months was starting to seem like forever.
Alone in my darkening bedroom, I pulled my bulletin board off the wall and started unpinning photos: me and Rae as kids, playing on China Beach with the Golden Gate Bridge in the background; me as a two-year-old with my parents at Christmas, Mom with feathery 1980s hair.
A photo Gareth had sent me: the desolate church by the sea, the one that was the same as the scene in my dreams. Just looking at it made me shiver.
And my favorite, an old black-and-white photo of Gee Gee when sheâd first moved to the United States: long dark hair swept up into an old-fashioned-looking knot, the expression on her round face somber, almost sad. In the picture, she was wearing a pale, 1950s-style dress and fingering an oval silver locket that hung around her neck. I remembered being disappointed, as a child, when she told me sheâd lost that locket.
Last but not least, I pulled off a strip of photo-booth pictures of me and Rae. My throat tightened again, and I shoved all the pictures into the back of my new Welsh dictionary. Before Rae had left, Iâd hugged her for what seemed like the longest time. Now she was gone, and I already felt like something was
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