Anne ran a hand through her hair as she read Jude's response, keys hanging from the ignition, not yet turned.
you were cool with iggy right?
"Uhhh..." Right. Iggy. Anne had honestly sort of forgotten she and Jude were friends. She wasn't... not cool with Iggy, she supposed, but she wasn't quite sure she'd be able to explain to Jude just why Iggy was the worst suggestion he could've made. I mean yeah, she kind of thinks I'm a gross dead-kid slanderer, but yeah, we were totally cool. Totally. She saved the contact info anyway, just in case.
She tossed her phone back in her bag and then started the car, listening to it roar to life before backing out of the parking space. Driving through town, she couldn't help but notice how little everything had changed in the 4 years she'd been gone. Damn, even the kids running along the sidewalks looked the same. It made her feel... she wasn't sure. Homesick? Nostalgic? Bored? Mostly it just made her impatient to leave again. After she'd caught up with everyone she was willing to, she would.
She parked a block away from her parents' house, only to find a note on the door when she walked up.
Got called in last minute, Dad's still at work. Key under the mat.
- Mom
- Mom
Well, at least it would delay the uncomfortable questions about her life in California. She retrieved the hidden key, then walked away from the door, not yet ready to step inside. She didn't want to waste anymore gas driving somewhere, so instead she decided to take a walk to try to clear her mind and think up satisfactory answers to the questions she felt she could comfortably predict.
Looking up and down the street, she realized she was only a couple of blocks from where a couple of her childhood friends used to live. She wasn't sure they'd even be living in their old homes anymore, but walking by the old houses where she'd pass time in arranged play dates at least gave her a direction to walk in. She started toward the left, relying on vague recollections of where the Jefferson house had been.