Iâll be able to send you some money. Things have been pretty tight up to now. But up ahead it looks good.â
I didnât want her money. âYou think youâll be happy out there?â
âI think I could be.â Which meant that she was thinking about never coming back. Until then, I believed sheâd finish the course and move back. Now it was starting to sink in.
âDo you miss Willis Harbor? Do you miss the sea?â
âSometimes.â She didnât sound convincing. I was fairly certain Iâd lost my mother for good. But the anger had all drained out of me.
âI just wish things could be like they used to be,â I said, my voice sounding weak.
âI know, Quinn.â
âBye, Mom.â
âBye. Iâll talk to you again soon. I promise.â
And I hung up.
I called Jasmine, and I told her about my phone call. I donât usually open up to anybody about my personal life. But this was different. Jasmine was different.
âCan you take me to that town where you grew up?â she asked.
âYou really want to go?â
âYes. Will you take me?â
âAbsolutely. Weâll take the bus there Saturday.â And then it dawned on me. âOops. I forgot. I donât have any money. I used every cent I had fixing my skateboard.â
âWhich is why you should not skateboard off peopleâs roofs. It doesnât matter though. Iâll pay.â
âYou will?â
âSure. Girls pay for some things. You give me the tour, Iâll pay the fare.â
âCool.â
chapter nine
Saturday was a bright warm day. The bus was crowded, but we found two seats together near the back. We both had our skateboards. People stared at us as we went down the aisle. Funny how older people think that anyone with a skateboard is a troublemaker. I just donât get it.
âThis is like an adventure,â Jasmine said, sitting down beside me.
âItâs like going back to my past,â I said.âI havenât been back home since we moved to the city.â
She smiled. The bus began to pull out of the station as she put her hand on my arm and leaned against me. If I had been carrying any troubles in my head, they immediately vanished.
âEver wonder what it would be like to skate on the moon?â she asked.
âWhat?â
âThink about it. The moon. Not the dusty part but some place solid. Youâd have such low gravity, youâd get major air.â
âI never thought about it. But isnât it the gravity that gives you speed? You go down and then you go up, using momentum?â
Jasmine looked surprised. âYeah, youâre right. I hadnât really thought about it that way.â She was about to say something elseâ something like,
For a guy who isnât smart in school, youâre actually pretty bright.
But she didnât. It just kind of hung in the air.
âWhat kind of rocks would be on the moon?â I asked.
âIâm not sure. I think thereâs a lot of nickel.â
âNo granite?â
âI donât think so.â
âToday, I get to show you granite. Today, I show you what itâs like to
skate
on granite.â
The bus dropped us off on the hill by the main road. We walked down the turnoff that led to Willis Harbor. In the distance you could see the sea sparkling in the sunlight.
Jasmine seemed dazzled by how beautiful it was. âThis is amazing.â
We were back in my world now. A powerful mix of so many emotions swept through me that I felt dizzy. I was home.
Just then, a truck came up behind us. It was loudâno muffler. I recognized the sound. It was Reggie, an old fisherman friend of my fatherâs. I turned and waved as he approached. The truck roared to a stop.
âQuinn,â he said. âGood to see you, lad. Hop in.â
I smiled at Jasmine to let her know it was okay. We opened the squeaky door and got into
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