I am so wrapped up in my thoughts that I seem to have circled the block at least three times. Pulling into my driveway, I take note that, once again, my father is not home. This is nothing new. Looks like microwave meals for me tonight. Oh well, at least I can go upstairs and get some serious one on one time with myself. Grabbing my bag out of my car, I hear the ringing of my cell phone. It has been singing the same damn tune for the last 30 minutes. Katie. Her calling me can only mean one thing, she knows that Josh and I talked. This adds to my suspicions that she knew about his feeling the entire time. This girl and I are going to have a real heart to heart here soon. Entering my barren home, I stop to take note of the museum style foyer. There is no life to this house. There never has been. On every wall you will find either a picture of my dad, kitted out in his Navy whites, or a picture of a ship that he once served on. If you are really lucky, you will be introduced to his prized possession, the carrier that he wants nothing more than to command.
