Chapter 74

But he would never, never be someone else’s pool boy. Only mine. Always mine.

I told him, “It’s not a Harley or anything like that. It’s just part of me. A special book. Something from my soul. Something you will always remember me by.”

“I like it. Thank you.” And he pulled away and gently placed the gift back into its black box of tissue, fumbled with his satchel, opened it, and carefully hid the book inside with his clothes. He stood then, looked me square in the eyes, and we didn’t say anything for the longest time, just observed each other’s noses and eyes, lips and chins, and waited for the other one to speak.

Silence.

Stillness.

Nothingness as we listened to the rain at the end of summer.75: Goodbye

The wind and rain became fierce, smacking against the lake house, heightening.

I couldn’t help myself and took him into my arms, collapsing him against me, and cried, “I don’t want you to leave. Please don’t leave. Stay here with me.”

“But I have to go. Classes begin soon.”