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Today’s book, IT’S MY LIFE, sounds like an interesting one!
I picture how it would feel to touch his hand. Like we did that day in the woods. I want to feel the weight of his shoulder up against mine. His hand was even on my back, warm. The other under my arm, as he helped me over the downed trees, skinny and gray. We weren’t supposed to go look for her. We’d sworn we wouldn’t anymore, but he’d shown up at my house all out of breath. “I think I know where she lives,” he’d said. “I was out walking, and I found a place…”
“Did she have animal skins hanging?”
“Yes,” he said. “I saw them, just like you thought.
The twigs crunched and snapped under us as we made our way. The leaves were off the trees already, making a soft bed on the forest floor. Some had dried and they crackled when we stepped on them. We passed a nest in a tree. The day was gray and the woods were soft browns and green and the entire thing felt like it was made for us. Like time stopped and we were trudging forward, me limping, he, helping me, hoisting me when needed, his hands on my sides, over my shirt but under my jacket, felt so personal.
We sat against the tree trunks, our backs against a tree, watching for the witch to come out but she never did. All we could see was the smoke coming out of the chimney.
“You know about the dance?” He asked. “I mean it’s that night. You ever go to those?”
He knew I did. He’d seen me leave for the school dances. He’d be outside playing street hockey when Kate and Selene and I would pile into Mom’s car. All of a sudden it was hard to look at him. From the corner of my eye I could see it was hard for him also. “Yeah. I like the dances,” I said. “You?”
His eye met mine and then skirted back to his hand that was holding the water bottle we’d both drank out of. I didn’t have time to wonder if he was thinking about both of our lips having shared the same space, because he blurted. “You want to go with me then? To the dance, I mean.”
I looked straight in his hazel woodsy eyes. The ones that belonged in the forest or on the ice. I nodded. He smiled. Then he put his hand in mine and we watched some more. Only I wasn’t watching as much as feeling the shape of his hand in mine. The weight of it. The warmth.
It was getting dark and cold. My teeth started chattering. “You’re freezing.” Julian put his arm around me. “We better get back.”