My dad said, “We’ll see.”
So I was pretty miserable and not expecting much. Anyhow I wasn’t unhappy to see my little neighbor, still pudgy, come plodding over to see me. We don’t get a lot of snow where we live, and the sun, though thin, was struggling to shine. Curly’s walk was not a happy one this time, either.
Curly plopped down beside me and snuggled up to me. His face looked like he’d been crying. I knew that look all too well, from my mirror.
“You’re supposed to be thinking of turkey and pie and Santa,” I said, hugging him. He looked like he could use it.
“How’s Cal?” I blurted out. We’d exchanged emails and had a lot of other online contacts, but not since Halloween. “Is he sick?” I asked.