Sara Zarr Quote

Why did you come back to Salt Lake? I knew the answer before I asked the question and he knew I knew, and it was like you could see the shadow of it hanging there between us.I needed to see you, he finally said. It's hard to explain.You don't have to.I tried telling my mom once what happed that day. Showed her the hole in the window screen and Moe and even after that she said it was complicated, that my dad's a complicated man and we all needed to try harder to understand him. His voice was shaking now. And I thought, hey, maybe she's right. Maybe he was just playing around, you know. Maybe we didn't need to run.We did, I whispered.That's why I had to come, see? He didn't move and I didn't move, but in a few seconds I heard him sniffling and he couldn't stop and I knew he was crying. Cameron. I propped myself up, reached out my arm. Come here. He got up and came to me, dragging his blanket behind him like a child. I scooted over in my bed to make room. Come on.He positioned himself beside me-I stayed under the covers, he was on top of them, his head next to mine on the pillow. I stroked his hair and thought of the week he'd lived at our house, the way we slept shoulder to shoulder in our sleeping bags in the living room and I got another good memory. Cameron had said. His voice was coming from across the room. I sat up. He was standing by the living room window. The blinds were closed, but he had his hands on the cord, a big smile on his face. I nodded, starting to smile myself. Cameron said, then pulled the blind up, hand over hand on the cord like someone on TV. His smile got even bigger as he watched my face. Giant flakes of it falling in front of the window even though it was only September.Now, I fell asleep with my arm over Cameron's chest, thinking of how the flakes had been slow and white in the glow of the streetlights that lined the apartment walkways, and the smile on his face and on mine, like the snow was personal, a gift he'd given me himself.