Me – 07
The Boy For the first time in my life, I was at loose ends with myself. It was a strange sort of feeling. It was not only there didn’t seem to be nothing to do: I didn’t want to do anything. Now that there wasn’t no purpose in going back to Charlotte Ainsley’s house, there wasn’t any reason to anything. Even worse, for the first time I could remember, Billy didn’t seem to be with me anymore. It was only after he was gone – of course, he had been gone for a long time now, because he died of a fever when me and him were nine years old – that I realized just how much I had counted on him being there, somewhere just behind my left shoulder. In my mind, you see, …