![]() ![]() It was the night before our graduation and we were celebrating. Her short, staccato laugh rose above the music. I grabbed Pip’s arm and spun her around when the band played a faster number. The younger girls leaned out of the dormitory windows, waving their New American flags as we sang and danced. From this chair I can hear the sounds of your music box-the one with the tiny ballerina-playing its last few tinkling notes.īY THE TIME THE SUN SET OVER THE FIFTY-FOOT PERIMETER wall, the School lawn was covered with twelfth-year students. Soon the entire world will be dark.īut right now we are still alive. The faucets are dry and cities are losing power, one by one. The phones and internet have long since gone out. ![]() ![]() They’ve barricaded the roads outside of town and now we all must wait. The plague is taking everyone who was given the vaccine. There they were beyond the windshield: their blue-green peaks still and silent, watching over the city, so close I felt like I could touch them. I’d taken that road before, but this was different. As I drove back from the market today, you humming in your car seat and our trunk filled with powdered milk and rice, I saw the San Gabriel Mountains-really saw them for the first time. ![]()
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