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“Come on, Carl!” I shouted.
“Lyly, wait!”
There was one only month left until school was over, and my cousin Kathie was coming to visit for the summer. The last time I had seen her was when I was four, a few months before my dad died from a car accident. Then three years later my mom went to the Rio Grande Valley with her boyfriend to visit her. I couldn’t wait to meet her!
“I can’t wait!” I told Carl. “I haven’t seen Kathie in four years! I wonder what she’s like. Will she look like me? Will she be funny? Or will she be like your cousin, dumb, weird, and has a smelly breath?”
Carl looked at me. “Don’t you talk about my cousin like that!”
I giggled. “But her breath smells ugly. Tag! You’re it!”
“Hey! Wait for me!” Carl yelled as I sprinted ahead.
When we passed through Boston Common, I started to feel uncomfortable. “Hey, Carl?”
“What?” He was panting heavily.
“Do you have this funny feeling that someone’s following you? Like, if they’re going to kidnap you?”
“No. Why?”
“Ever since Dad died, I’ve been having this feeling that someone’s following me, and I freak out every time. Have you ever felt that?”
“No. I want ice cream. Wanna come?”
I shook my head no in annoyance. I felt different from the others; I had the feeling months before Dad died. No one my age understood what I was going through. Most people thought that I was confused when my dad died, but no one knew how close to him. Whenever he was off work, which wasn’t that often, he would spend all of his time with me, telling me stories about his work and how he caught criminals. Sometimes he would exaggerate and say the stories, which I would tell my mom, but she would say that those things don’t exist and then she would scold Dad, telling him that he shouldn’t be saying such things to a little girl.
“Hey, Carl, look at that,” I said, pointing at the pond. “Lately