So worried

November 18, 2008

After camp, I wrote the boy from California. He lived in Pasadena, and one day, an earthquake closed the schools. I tried and tried to call his house, but all circuits were busy.

We didn’t have email, or cellphones, or text messages. He had sent me a letter or two, written on three-hole-punched notebook paper. I held the letters. I wished for him to call me, to tell me he was OK.

When I finally reached him after the circuits settled down, he seemed surprised I’d been so worried.

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