March 31, 2014
Coming home tonight, I see K. running down the front stairs; her family used to live upstairs but moved suddenly, probably because her mom and boyfriend split up. Now, they're moving out their stuff, their lease officially over. She greeted me happily. Two years ago, she read my middle grade novel and told me, in Walgreens and with a friend, that it was "amazing." I told her I was sorry they were moving, and that I was working on a sequel and would send it to her mom. I feel sad. I hope K and her family will be OK.