It became nothing but a funny story. Arielle and Elise had found it hilarious, and, yeah, somehow I had survived. I would just have to try again and hope it went better next time. As I mentally and physically prepared for London, I thought about the positive interaction with my dad. It was definitely something positive to focus on. Progress. And then from those thoughts of home, I thought about Donna. I wondered what she was doing, if things had improved for her. The last I knew—which was right before we moved to New York—was that Dennis had moved back home so she wouldn't be alone. And strangely enough, I wondered about Jesse, too. Whatever happened to him? Whatever happened to our friendship? I still didn't know. Thursday night, I loaded up my suitcase, reminiscing about home until Arielle suddenly barged in. "Make sure you pack a bathing suit," she said.
