TITLE: Two Chocolates Short of Crazy
GENRE: Women's Fiction
Shock after shock bled the color right out of me. By the end of August, even my dreams turned black and white.
But that June, returning home two days before graduation, I had no idea.
I pushed open our apartment door. “Claire? You home?” I dropped my hiking boots to the floor and sloughed off my grimy backpack.
My voice echoed, and that’s when I noticed Claire’s couch was missing. And her floral area rug. A dust-ball stirred in the corner where her potted palm had been.
I remember thinking, We've been robbed.
“Claire?” I walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter.
Malia—Claire’s sick, and we’re flying home. Her things are in storage. Give us a call when you get back—Sinead McKenna.
What the hell?
I glanced at my watch. 8:30 p.m.—almost midnight in Boston, too late to call. I showered, threw on some shorts and my favorite Proud to be PINOY T-shirt, and headed to Daniel’s. He’d know what was going on.
I laced up my running shoes and jogged through campus, past the Santa Marita church and the dorms. Hills of dry grass and California poppies framed one side of the USM campus; small shops and cafés, the other. I turned onto the oak-lined street and slowed in front of a Craftsman-style house, where Daniel lived.
The last time I'd seen him, we were cramming for our liberation theology exam at my apartment.