March 10, 1998

Dear wonderful, sweet Di--

He's back! He's back! My true love is back! Thank you, thank you!

Today in church, I was positive he wasn't here. So, keeping an eye on Father Tom, I absently skimmed over Mr. Overman's class, sitting ahead of us, all the while thinking of Eli & how he was probably in bed, watching TV. And then... I saw... that familiar head of beautiful hair.

"Ohmigod! It's him!" I screamed over & over to myself. But I had to "check." So I scooted over until I got a flash of his blue Adidas jacket. Yes!

I wanted to laugh. Could you believe it? I was more excited about him being here than Keith, his b.f.!

When we went to dump our lunch trays, Eli & Keith, who were right behind us, dumped theirs, too, and Eli craned his neck and asked, "Is that a fortune cookie in there?", looking at the food bin. (We were having Chinese, sort of).

I scooted around him to set my tray, and couldn't help it. I had to look at him, if briefly...

Yawn. It's 10:30. Tired. Gotta go.

(He's back, he's back, he's back... oh yeah!)

Vanessa