I mumbled. “I thought I had a book on birds. I couldn't find it, but I found this. Do you know what this is?” He lifted the morning paper to reveal a folder I recognized. I'd used it in high school and had carried it with me through college. Hello Kitty graced the front, along with various Mona Harrison doodles. I opened the folder and my eyes filled with tears. “My stories,” I whispered. “Pieces of you,” Tom said, reaching for my hand, and meeting my eyes. I held his gaze, and the notebook, close to my heart. “Why did you stop writing, Mona?” “I don't know.” “Do you ever think about it?” “All the time. Look how much I used to write,” I said, pulling out the yellowed pages. “I see that,” Tom said gently. “Do you remember Professor Fritts?” Tom asked. “Bald, glasses, wore his pants up under his arms?”
