The Goodbye Time by Celeste Conway

the weekend doing stuff in Boston. Then on Sunday we left him in front of the big tall gates. Waving goodbye, seeing him there squinting in the sunlight like someone in a photograph, I could only imagine how Katy must feel every time she leaves Sam at Fern Brook and goes away for another week.
    Katy and I, of course, will be going to Central West Side Middle School, where we will be in a lot of the same classes. We see each other every day, and she still has dinner at my house a few times a week. Sometimes now I stay over at her house too. Her room is cool. She painted it red, and there’s not a fairy doll in sight. As a matter of fact, when Bug Eye moved to the other room, she got rid of all her fairy stuff. Now she’s just into soccer, and the pictures hanging on her walls are of her and her teammates running around or holding up their silver trophies.
    Once in a while I go with them to visit Sam. We take the ferry, and sometimes we bring sandwiches. It’s a little sad, but honestly, he seems okay. He’s thrilled when we bring him candy, and I found out they make gummy everything—not just worms, but all kinds of insects and even mice. Katy’s mom seems happier too. Sometimes on the ferry ride, I look at her face, her cheeks all rosy in the wind, and I see how pretty and young she is.
    Katy and I are better friends than ever. I think I finally get it now, my father’s New Beginnings thing. What he meant was that to have a new beginning, something has to end. Which is just what happened with Katy and me.
    Sometimes we talk about what’s ahead. How after middle school we’ll go to the same high school and after that to the same college. If we ever get married, it will be to guys who are best friends like us, and we’ll live in the same building and have parties on the roof and take trips together. And if we ever have kids, we’ll wheel them around together like the moms we see on Broadway with their strollers. And our kids, of course, will grow up together and be best friends like us. It’s fun to think about stuff like that.
    Sometimes, though, I have to admit, I miss the way we used to play. Me being Aunt Mimi and Katy being Johnny. And sometimes—it’s strange—once in a while I just miss
us,
Katy and Anna, those girls who played and are gone now.

About the Author
    Celeste Conway is a writer, an artist, and the author of
Where Is Papa Now?
, a picture book, and
The Melting Season
, a novel for teens available from Delacorte Press. She lives in New York City.

ALSO BY CELESTE CONWAY
    The Melting Season

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