Aug 11, 2005 21:49
Dean,
I looked at the bunks. I didn't want to, but they were just screaming at me to look at them, and I did, and nobody's there. Maybe they're gone. Not just gone. Gone in the way that adults tell you that people are not coming back, ever. Not because they don't want to, but because they can't.
I told you that I saw her when summer holidays started, didn't I? I visited her at the DMLE. I pretended to be interested in everything, and I 'mmhmmed' at all the memos and the policies and the regulations when she showed them to me, but really I was just thinking that everything was rather dull, and I'd rather be spending time with you, maybe, or shopping, or planning that Hufflepuff-only barbeque we were going to have at Justin's, or maybe Hannah's, but never did. Do you think maybe that's why this happened?
I know that's not why this happened. I know. But I can't make myself understand it. How could she have been here, but not be here now?
I lied earlier. I was supposed to go to the funeral today; I didn't.
I don't think I'm going to sleep here tonight. It's too quiet.
Susan