Discovery at Little Hog Island, part 21

Today was Rosy’s graduation, the reception at the school, and the graduation party. It was a long, exciting, busy, tiring day and no time to write. Brief entry:

Discovery at Little Hog Island, part 21

Part 1, part 20

“Was there more?”

“No, but there was another dream.”

“And . . .”

“I dream Billy Owens, Garrett, Glenn and I each have a hold on one of Ami Wilton’s arms or legs and are pulling with all our might. She stretches like Elastigirl in the Incredibles movie. She stretches and stretches and then all of a sudden shatters into a thousand pieces, like silly putty if you hit it with a hammer. Each one of those pieces explodes like a grenade, we all are riddled with shrapnel and Ami is gone.”

“Ami, is that Glenn’s ex-wife?”

“Yes.”

“Did you all like her?”

“Yes.”

“Was she really pretty?”

“We all thought so. She looked a lot like you, same red hair and green eyes. But her hair was oranger. She was smart and wild, loved motorcycles and music and poetry and cameras. She liked to climb trees and play baseball. At the time when we were just turning into teenagers, having a pretty girl that liked all the things we liked seemed like a dream come true. So many other girls are so hard to understand with their dolls and their make-up. None of us liked make-up, it made the girls look fake. Like a doll. I know guys who love girls in high heels and make-up, but I was never one of them. None of us were.”

“You liked her because she was more accessible?”

“She was nice. Well, not exactly nice, nice isn’t really the right word. She was fun. Pretty and fun. Exciting. Never a dull moment.”

“Sounds like someone I would like, too.”

“Maybe you would, but she’s changed a lot since then.”

part 22