Don’t Forget to Write

by Sara Goodman Confino

I nodded, and he pulled me along with him toward the amusement park, where we kissed

on the Ferris wheel and spun around and around on the Tilt-A-Whirl until we couldn’t have worried about the future if we’d tried.

And I didn’t understand how these men could claim to be attracted to the fact that I was free, then try to cage me.

But he had made his bed. And I had my own to make, unmake, and make again without him in it.

“Always say yes to new things,” Ada said. “It’s the only way you’ll be able to write about life—if you actually go out and live it.”

“Because I can spot a good one a mile away. He cares about your interests. He respects what you want. And he drove all this way to try. Even Sally approves, and I told you, she’s an excellent judge of character. Now you’re going to stop pouting and go set your hair while I call the hotel.” I didn’t budge. “Now. Move.”