TITLE: L is Lost
GENRE: YA Romance
The teenage narrator, L, has spent the afternoon planting a rose bush at her grandfather's grave with her mother and grandmother (Pi). Her grandmother has pulled her aside for a little heart to heart.
Pi sits next to me and rubs her swollen knuckles. “Sarah was a beautiful, bride, don’t you think? Reminded me so much of Rosemary.”
“Uncle Bobby said the same thing.”
“Yes, I expect he did.”
Hasn’t Mom finished loading the car? No. She’s talking to another visitor. She can’t go anywhere without bumping into someone she knows.
“There’s that look again.” Pi reaches to tuck a stray hair behind my ear.
I turn toward her. “What look?”
“I watched you yesterday, one solitary rain cloud during the ceremony. When you weren’t making faces at Sam, that is.”
“Don’t be. It was a pleasant change from the sadness that lurks about you.”
My heart had nearly made it back to my chest from my stomach. “Pi, I don–”
“It wasn’t your fault, L.”
How many times have I heard that phrase over the last two months?
“And yes, I know that doesn’t bring him back.” Pi rarely beats around the bush. “L, dear, look at me.”
I can’t move.
She reaches for my chin and gently turns my head. Tears threaten as she releases my face and squeezes my hand. I have a death grip on the bench. “I know it was outside of your control.”
Clearly. One grandfather pausing to kiss his wife good-bye. One wet highway. One raging alcoholic driving on bald tires. One grief-free teen-age driver? Afraid not.
I close my eyes and whisper, “I wish…”