I've seen Kevin every night this week.
Shawn gave me a teddy bear. So, it's official, five boys have had crushes on me this summer.
Instead of Mom driving out, I am flying home Monday morning. I fly from Bar Harbor to Rockland to Boston to Cincinnati to Indianapolis. Dang, huh?
Kevin's grandpa died. The wake is tomorrow, and the funeral is Saturday. His parents are finished with working it out and are back on the divorce track. He and I decided not to try a long distance, but to keep in touch and who knows what will happen next summer. I know—nothing. He's not Mormon—he's not even religious at all. Nothing can happen.