Nova in New York

Nova in New York — page 5
a snack for the plane She waited at the gate as I biked away At the end of the lane I dropped one sneaker-clad foot on the pavement and looked back She stood there waving with both arms her wrists crossing above her head I blew her a kiss and then pedaled away At home my key grated in the lock resisting Cool air met me when I stepped inside Nova That you my dad replied his voice muffled by the whir of the air conditioner He always asked even though it was just the two of us Just your friendly neighborhood burglar I called out Guilt made my stomach churn My dad would be alone while I was in New York wandering around a too-big house He’d have no one to call out to when he got home from work There would be no Sundays at the Grand River Raceway making five-dollar bets He’d have to go star searching by himself My dad stepped out of his office His tie was loosely tied around his neck and his sleeves were rolled to his elbows A smudge of blue ink ran down his temple and mixed into his silver hair 4 KATHERINE RICHARDS