July 4, 2009
The sun was shining and a neighbor was spraying weeds in the culdesack when I appeared on the porch. I finished pulling my shirt on and went out into the day, glancing back at the neighbor's bleach-blonde locks and thinking of my old friend, Camille. I remembered the photo I found of her at a property appraiser's company and the day she gave me a wallet-sized senior picture and wrote her number on the back with the words, call me anytime. After she got a boyfriend, she disappeared though. I wonder if her words would still apply now.