The sky was the same brilliant blue, its clouds handpainted a little too brightly white, the sun warm against Jennifer’s back. The constant breeze from the south carried the heavy fragrance of overblown flowers from the red and pink oleanders that lined Ocean Drive, and people went about their business as though this were just another day. As though nobody cared. “I care,” Jennifer said aloud, and she ached at having to go to school, to follow a routine that seemed to deny that anything more important had taken place. She shifted her books in her arms as she approached the high school, and took a long breath. This was a waste of time. It was stupid! How could she accomplish anything here? A gangly boy, who had begun too quickly to grow into his years, stood under one of the cottonwood trees. As Jennifer approached, he stepped onto the walkway to join her. “Hi,” he said in a voice that split into two registers. His pimpled face reddened, and he stared at the ground as he tried again.
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