Walk with me?’ ‘Sure.’ I fell into step beside her. As we walked, I remembered how the two of us had done this so often that summer: meandering through the streets, side by side, talking shit and sharing our aspirations for the future.
I did that with what I felt was my sister (from another mother so to speak) she’d go stay at her grandparents every so often and I can’t remember why, but now & then I went with her. We’d get bored of sitting around there so we went ‘walking’ and we did do a fair bit of that, but included a bottle of whatever we could afford/get our hands on, and then yes, talk a lot of crap where we wanted to go in life and the whys, about boys, about anything really, after 2 to 3 hours we’d wander in back, but we always went past this boys house that she really had the hots for, she’d tell me all about him and quite often that walk past could be more like 2 or 3 times! I ended up meeting him through other friends, had no idea it was the same guy until we pulled into his driveway and she was right, he was definitely hot and a good kisser! Could of killed my parents for saying I had to come home or they’d call the police, I was underage. I think my friend just about blew a gasket when I told her years later. What a fuss about one boy who’s name I can’t even remember!
Oh and I’m sure her grandparents are passed away now, but I can still remember the roast chicken her Nana made for Sunday lunch, I think we devoured it.
Great memories, now tarnished beyond redemption.
