Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2002 09:56:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: nakae19992002@yahoo.ca
Subject: Katherine part 4

Mom and Dad came to fetch me at the station when I
arrived. Hugs and kisses in toe, I got into our family
car as we made our way home.

"Honey, you seem distracted. You okay?" mom asked.

"Ah! I'm just tired. It was a long trip."

I drifted in and out of my parent's conversation. My
mind was a buzz thinking about Katherine. A mere
five-hour bus ride and I missed her already. My heart
was breaking into millions of pieces. The organ that
gave me life was slowly taking it away.  It felt
heavy.

I was sure that the bus ride's what did it. The
confined space and not being able to escape forced me
to realise just how much I truly loved her. As I
passed golden cornfields, and sinewy roads, I kept
thinking back to our departure.  Being in that bus
with nothing more than my thoughts and looking out
onto autumn's changing scenery, I found myself. I
found out that Katherine was who I wanted and longed
for.  Katherine was the reason I was here in this
space in time.

"I brought you tea and three sugars just like you like
it." Katherine said with a smile, as she handed me the
hot drink.

"That's just plain weird. I was going to say that I
need tea or something before we go."

She had one of those crock-pot's in her dorm room.
Often she would make us tea or coffee with her little
kitchen aid. Sometimes creativity got the better of us
and we would make KD and tuna casserole with it.

The whole trip to the bus station, I kept stealing
glances at her. I wanted a mental picture of how
beautiful she was. I didn't want to forget the way her
favourite worn-in blue Levi's hugged her shape. She
had these cowboy boots. They were positively
horrendous, but when they were on her feet they
transformed into glass slippers. Of course I never
built up the nerve to tell her this. I just kept
telling her that: "No righteous women would be caught
dead in cowboy boots in this decade." That's just how
she was. She could care less about people's opinion,
even if it was mine. I loved her confidence. The more
I looked at her the more I didn't want to leave.

Everyone told us we were polar opposites. People just
couldn't make out, how we managed to become so close.
I think most people suspected us of being lovers
before we actually were. She was referred to as the
snotty-pretentious-wanna-be-model.  And me, well, I
was the down to earth-party-girl-jock. We made quite a
pair.

"So what do you have planned for your week off?" I
asked incredulously.

I prepared myself for the onslaught of how her and
Hewitt, (I found out the boyfriend's name through our
conversations) would spend their time together.

"You remember Roger right?" Katherine asked.

I nodded in acknowledgement.

"We plan on seeing a couple of movies and stuff. Catch
up on all the Indie movies out. And, well other than
nothing much other than just really missing you."

I choked on my orange juice.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her blue pools for eyes
beaming at me.

"Yeah! I'll be okay, I'm sure."

We carried on talking about what we would do with the
much-needed time off school. Strangely, the
conversation kept gravitating towards what we would do
together once I got back. We were and old married
couple before we had the honeymoon. Katherine and I
had all kinds of plans: to start jogging, and her
joining the gym too. Our Friday nights for the next
month included: pizza, beer and foreign flicks. A
passion we both had. Katherine mentioned coming to the
nightclub I worked at on Saturdays to keep me company.
I found it strange that she didn't mention time she
could or wanted to spend with her boyfriend. I wasn't
about to inquire.

After breakfast we made our way back to the station so
I could board. We hugged goodbye. I wrote down the
number to my parent's house so she could call me if
she so pleased. Just as I was getting on the bus,
Katherine reached for my hand. Delicately, she
intertwined her fingers with mine.

"I'll miss you."


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