California Diaries # 11: Dawn III: Missing Read Online Free PDF

spend the entire afternoon cooking, in a very romantic way. When our
    supper is ready we decide to eat by candlelight – but we also want to eat by the
    fireplace in the living room and in front of the TV in the den. So we decide to set
    a table in the living room, make a fire, and put candles on the table. When supper
    is over we move into the den and begin a movie marathon.
    After the third movie, it is
    Oh. It is time for class.
    Cafeteria, Friday 2/26
    I just caught sight of Sunny and I decided to be brave again.
    “Hey, Sunny!” I called.
    She turned around and saw me. “Yeah?”
    A thousand thoughts swirled around in my head. I could ask her if she
    wants to go to the hospital together to visit her mother. (No, she would HATE
    that.) I could say, “Glad we’re going to the concert.” (Very lame.) I could invite her over. I could ask her if she wants to go shopping or something.
    Finally I said, “Can I cal you tonight?”
    Sunny frowned slightly. “Uh, sure.”
    I felt like a dork. I watched Sunny walk out of the cafeteria. Where was she
    going? Our lunch period had just started. Clearly she wasn’t sticking around for it.
    Now I am sitting by myself with my uneaten lunch. I am going to look for
    Maggie and Amalia.
    Later Friday 2/26
    Well.
    I can’t believe what Maggie just told me. Sunny left lunch because she
    thought she could make it to the hospital for a quick visit with her mother and
    back to school, cutting only one class. (Why she can’t go after school is beyond
    me, but the important thing is that she’s visiting her mother.)
    Hmm.
    Fridday night 2/26 8:17
    Okay. I am going to cal Sunny like I said I would.
    Friday night 2/26 8:18
    Really. I’m going to cal her.
    Friday night 2/26 8:20
    I’ll call her as soon as I stop hyperventilating.
    Friday night 2/26 8:23
    Still catching my breath.
    Oh, god, there’s the phone. Maybe it’s Sunny.
    Friday night 2/26 8:29
    It was Ducky. He’s so funny. He just called to say, “Can you believe that in
    a mere week we will be ON OUR WAY to see Pierre?”
    I love that he’s so excited. We chatted for a few minutes, but now I really
    HAVE to call Sunny. I mean, I told her I’d cal her, so I better call her, right?
    Okay. I am no longer hyperventilating. Now I will call her.
    Friday night 2/26 8:30
    She wasn’t home.
    Friday night 2/26 9:42
    I just tried Sunny again and this time she answered the phone. I was
    finally – real y and truly – ready to talk to her. To have a real talk. To try to sort out some of our problems before we get stuck sitting next to each other in the
    backseat of Ducky’s car and then spending an entire evening together.
    Here is our conversation:
    Sunny: Hello?
    Me: Hi, it’s me.
    Sunny: (Silence.) Um…who?
    Me: Me, Dawn.
    Sunny: (Totally flat voice.) Oh. Hi.
    Me: (What I want to say is, “Calm down, you’ll have a heart attack.”) Uh, I
    said I’d call.
    Sunny: (More silence.)
    Me: Remember?
    Sunny: Oh, yeah.
    Me: Wel , I was thinking we should talk.
    Sunny: About what?
    Me: About, you know…
    Sunny: (More silence. She is not going to make this easy for me. Isn’t
    going to help me out the least little bit. Once again, I do not say what I want to
    say, which is, “Sunny, for god’s sake, you’re my best friend. At least you used to
    be. We know each other better than anyone else does. At least we used to. Don’t
    you want to be friends again? I miss you. And you need a best friend.”)
    Me: Sunny?
    Sunny: Yeah?
    Me: Don’t you want to talk?
    Sunny: Look, I’m kind of busy right now.
    Me: (I think, Wel , we can talk about that.) Oh? What are you doing?
    Sunny: Just…stuff.
    Me: (Sighing.) Sunny, don’t you think we should at least talk before we go
    to see Jax?
    Sunny: No.
    Me: Okay, see you.
    Sunny: ‘Bye.
    Friday night 2/26 9:50
    I tried not to cry after I hung up the phone. I didn’t want to give Sunny the
    satisfaction. But then I realized she’d never know if I cried, and anyway, I couldn’t
    help