Yesterday I saw The Client in Asheboro. It was really good. I liked it very much.
Not many people were at youth group last night. Marcus was working. Jenna and Tenielle were there and we all talked with Shurby afterwards. It was nice.
After church, Mike came over and we spent the afternoon playing Super Street Fighter II. Tonight, Kevin and Scott and I went to McDonald’s and Scott took me to the place where he wrecked his motorcycle.
At McDonald’s I went to the rock that is next to it that overlooks HWY U.S. 1. Jenna and Tenielle and I sat out on that rock many times.
Tonight I stood there looking. I looked in the direction of Veronica’s house. Then I turned almost completely around and looked in the direction of Ryan’s house. Then I looked toward Christi’s, then toward Jenna’s. All four were in different directions.
Veronica, Ryan, Christi, Jenna.
Those are the four main girls of My Book of Days since I started writing on November 14, 1992.
All younger than me.
If I had my choice of the four, I would choose no one. They are four girls of the past. Things do change, I’m afraid.
From a mountaintop in Banner Elk, their houses will all be in one direction.
They will be over three hours away, toward the southeast.
They will be in the past.