Are you all right? What’s wrong?” Donovan sounds completely shocked by my phone call as I stand in my hole of a student apartment musing over how sad the situation is. My self-governed living gives renewed independence to my spirit. With that comes the resolution to get my best friend back—though I have no idea how to go about it. “I’m fine,” I assure Donovan. “I guess a little astonishment is in order since this is the first time either of us has called since you moved out.” “Wow! It’s really great to hear from you!” “You sound like you're in a good mood. Did I catch you doing something you shouldn’t?” A wink tics as if he could see it. What the hell am I doing, and how the crap do I stop? “I wish. Same old boring day for me here. How’s school?” “It hasn’t started. A few days of freedom remain so I'm trying to get settled. So much has been done already that it makes my head kind of hurt.” Removing a half-unpacked box from the sofa just purchased at a garage sale I plop myself down and instantly regret it.
