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from 3 Willows
The last day of school was a half-day. Tomorrow the
entire eighth grade would pile back into the gym for the graduation
ceremony, but that was just for an hour and their families would
be there. The next time Ama went to school, it would be high school.
Everything is changing, Ama thought.
Usually she took the bus home, but today she felt like walking,
she wasn’t sure why. She wasn’t sentimental. She was purposeful
and forward- looking, like her older sister. But it was an aimless
time of day, and she wasn’t hauling her usual twenty pounds of
textbooks, binders, and notebooks. Today she felt like treading
the familiar steps she’d walked so many times when she was younger,
when she was never in a hurry.
She couldn’t help thinking about Polly and Jo as she walked, so
when she saw them up ahead, waiting at the light to cross East-
West Highway, it almost felt like they appeared out of her memory.
Ama was surprised to see Polly and Jo together. From this long
view, she was struck by the naturalness of the way they stood
together and at the same time, the strain. She doubted they had
started off from school together. These days Jo usually left school
with her noisy and flirting group of friends to go to the Tastee
Diner or to the bagel place around the corner. Polly went her
own way— taking forever to pack up her stuff and often spending
time at the library before heading home. Ama sometimes saw Polly
at the library and they sat together out of habit. But unlike
Ama, Polly wasn’t there to do her homework. Polly read everything
in the library except what was assigned.
As Ama got closer, she considered how little Jo looked like she
used to in elementary school. Her braces were off, her glasses
were gone, and she devotedly wore whatever the current marker
for popularity was—at the moment, pastel plaid shorts and her
hair in two braids. Ama considered how much Polly, in her long
frayed shorts and her dark newsboy cap, looked the same as she
“Ama! Hey!” Polly saw her first. She was waving excitedly. The
walk sign illuminated and Ama hurried to catch up to them so they
could cross the highway together.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” Polly said, looking from Ama to
Jo. “This is historic.”
“It’s on her way home,” Jo pointed out, not seeming to want to
acknowledge the significance of the three of them walking home
together on this day.
Ama understood how Jo felt. The history of their friendship was
like a brimming and moody pond under a smooth surface of ice,
and she didn’t want to crack it.
As they walked they talked about final exams and graduation plans.
Nobody said anything as they passed the 7-Eleven or even as they
approached the old turn.
What if we turned? Ama suddenly wondered. What if they
ran down the old hill, past the playground, and stepped into the
woods to see the little trees they had planted so long ago? What
if they held hands and ran as fast as they could?
But the three of them passed the old turn, heads and eyes forward.
Only Polly seemed to glance back for a moment.
Anyway, even if they did turn, Ama knew it wouldn’t be the same.
The creaky metal merry- go- round would be rusted, the swing set
abandoned. The trees might not even be there anymore. It had been
so long since they’d tended to them.
Ama pictured her younger self, running down the hill with her
two best friends, out of control and exhilarated.
It was different now. People changed and places changed. They
were going into high school. This was no time for looking back.
Ama couldn’t even picture the trees. She couldn’t remember the
name of the hill anymore.
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