Category: My Stories

As the young teenage girl stared out her bedroom window, she closed her laptop and leaned against the headboard of her twin bed. Exhausted yet confident, she felt as prepared as she could be to take her final exams tomorrow. She had sacrificed fun and pleasure with studies, research, volunteer work, and a part-time job at the local cafe because it had excellent Wi-Fi and was quiet. She had plans for her life, and she wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of achieving them. Going to a good college and seeing her dreams become a reality was all that mattered now. But first, she had to have good enough test scores to keep her grade point where it needed to be. She had done everything she knew to do, and she was ready.

“Maddie, the phone is for you,” her little brother yelled outside her door. “It’s Winston,” he added in a goofy tone, which he knew would irritate her. “Two little lovers sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G…” he sang down the hall.

“Shut up, you little twerp. You’ll wake mom up,” Madison said as she walked down the staircase and grabbed the old-fashioned wall phone from her little brother, “Hello? Who’s this?” Madison had minimal experience talking to boys on the phone, and the confidence she felt just a few minutes ago took a nose-dive. Her friends couldn’t believe that she was a senior in High School and still had never gone out on a date, much less had the time to. Her world was centered around her studies and THE PLAN, and everything else would have to wait.

“It’s Winston, but you already knew that, right? Hey, there’s a bunch of us going ice skating tonight. Just wondered if you could take a break from the books and have a few hours of fun. Lord knows you deserve it. We’re meeting at 7:00 p.m. If you can get a ride here, Victoria said she’d give you a lift home,” the young man paused, waiting for a response.

“Okay. I suppose I could relax before the testing tomorrow, but I can’t stay late. I need to get my sleep so I’m rested and ready,” Madison cringed when she heard herself talk. She felt awkward and tongue-tied. She had never been a part of the social scene at school. Winston had been in every single class with Madison since the 2nd grade. She never really thought about him one way or another. He had just always been there. Spelling bee competitions in elementary and junior high, then the debate team in high school. He was one of the most intelligent boys she knew. They were both high achievers and fierce competitors. She was comfortable around him, and that was saying a lot.

“Cool, I’ll see you there,” Winston said. The excitement in his voice had her frowning. Madison hung the gold-colored phone back on the wall and was sure they were the only family in town still with an old land-line wall phone. With an actual cord attached. Shaking her head, Madison headed down the hall.

Her mom would be happy she was going out tonight instead of staying in her room and studying. Constantly being reminded that she was a nerd hurt her, but not enough for her to change her plan: go to college and make something of herself; because there had to be more to life than this.

Madison knew her mom would still be passed out on the couch, so she started fixing her little brother some macaroni and cheese. The celery sticks were cut, washed, and set on a plate, along with carrots, sliced apples, and grapes. Two glasses of milk topped off the simple dinner. Todd lifted the lid on the pot and took a whiff. “Yummy, that smells good. When can we eat?”

“Just as soon as you wash your hands and face and set the table. Bowls, silverware, and napkins, okay? I cooked, so you set it up and clean it like dad always says.”

Madison stirred the mac and cheese and turned the burner off. As a last-minute thought, she grabbed a couple slices of bread and butter. Todd was a growing boy and hungry all the time. She hoped this would hold him until breakfast. Madison loved her little brother. At times she felt more like a mom than a sister, but that was okay. The only thing that worried her about her great PLAN was leaving Todd. She wondered who would help him with his schoolwork and get him to soccer practice. Make sure he showers and eats balanced meals. Her dad worked so much and was rarely home. When he was, he did an excellent job at being the best he could be to his little family. Her mom loved them, she just battled depression, and after she got home from work, she drank, watched tv, and fell asleep every night on the couch. Madison didn’t hate her for it, but she felt sad for her. After her mom’s sister died the year before, she had never fully recovered. Then six months ago, dad and mom said to come into the living room because they had a BIG announcement. To Madison’s shock, they surprised them with an ultrasound picture. Even though Madison couldn’t make heads or tails out of what the picture was, she put two and two together and figured it out. They were having a baby! Todd was thrilled with having a baby sister or brother, but Madison wasn’t sure how she felt. Her mom changed overnight from depressed and despondent to happy and hopeful. She cooked, cleaned, got dressed, combed her hair, never forgot an appointment or soccer game, and seemed to bring light and peace back into their little family. Madison caught the “happy bug” from her mom. She couldn’t help herself. Shopping for baby stuff with her mom was different this time. When her mom was pregnant with Todd, she was 9. It was all about the toys and decor for the nursery back then. It was a lesson in diapers, onesies, bottles, pacifiers, and more practical things. She loved every minute of the adventure and only had 7 months to go before the newest member of their family made an appearance.

On a beautiful October morning, her dad knocked on the bedroom door and asked if he could come in. Pulling the covers up to her chin to ward off the cold, she watched her dad sit on the edge of her bed. That wasn’t unusual, but the tears on his face were. Madison immediately sat up and put her hand on his shoulder. “Dad, what’s wrong? Is something wrong with Todd?” she urged. He just shook his head. “What is it, tell me?” Madison couldn’t imagine what had brought this on. Her dad rarely ever cried.

“It’s your mom. She lost the baby early this morning. Miscarriage.” He bent over like he was in pain and cried.

Madison tried to comfort him but just remembered following him into her parents’ bedroom and seeing her mom lying on her side with her pink robe and slippers still on her feet. She wasn’t crying or sleeping but simply laying there with her eyes wide open, staring at the empty bassinet in the corner of the room. She didn’t know what to do or say, so she patted her mom’s back, kissed her exposed cheek, and walked out.

That was the return of her depression, but this time it was a battle that raged daily. Madison had watched as her dad took her to the doctors, then to counseling for months afterward. Finally, her mom just said, “no more.”

“Okay, Todster… I’m going to the ice rink tonight with some school kids. I’ll be gone just a couple hours. Since you did really well on your homework, you can watch one show on tv after you brush your teeth and put your pj’s on. You need to have lights out no later than 8:30. Got it? I’ll come in and pray with you after I get home. Get these dishes cleaned up, and don’t forget to wipe down the table. You good?” Madison looked down at the brown-eyed, sandy blonde-headed 8- year-old boy looking up at her. “And NO computer games. It’s a school night, and you know how dad feels about that. Plus, I have superpowers. Don’t test them.” She ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead. “Love you.”

Madison left a note on the refrigerator for her dad in case he got home before she did.

“Went to the ice rink with some friends. Be back early. Big exams tomorrow. Love M.”

Chapter Two – The Ice Rink

“Come on, just one more lap around the ice. Please?” Winston grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the edge.

“I’ll race you. I’ll make it interesting and bet a cup of hot chocolate. Loser pays. Come on, Einstein…I know you’re always up for a challenge,” Winston wouldn’t let go until she agreed, so she did. He could be very stubborn. Plus, she was freezing, so the quicker she decided to race, the sooner she could get home.

“Ha, you owe me a hot chocolate,” Winston huffed as they came to a skidding stop. As far as Madison could tell, it was a tie, but she didn’t have enough air in her lungs to argue.

“Fine, here’s $5. Go get your hot chocolate. I’m going to find Victoria and let her know I’m ready to go,” Madison sat down to pull off her skates.

“No, you don’t. Where do you think you’re going? I refuse to drink my hot chocolate alone. You have to at least sit with me, Mads. It won’t take long. What’s the rush? You’ve only been here an hour,” Winston said as he bent over to untie his laces.

“I need my sleep, and that’s what the rush is. I want to be at my best for tomorrow. You know how important those exams are,” Madison said.

“Yes, I do. You’ve been planning this since you were 7 years old. How could I forget? But seriously? Are you 60 years old? It’s only 8:00. It’s still early, and I promise you’ll get 8 hours of sleep tonight,” Winston said with a wink.

“You are the most stubborn guy, Winston Campbell. By the way, my Nana says that you get wiser with age. So maybe all those 60-year-olds in bed by 9:00 are on to something. Get us a hot chocolate, and I’ll give you 15 minutes of my time. Deal?” she stuck her hand out for a shake.

“Best deal of the night, Maddie Raine,” he winked and turned towards the concession stand.

As they sat on the bench sipping their hot chocolate, Madison realized she had known Winston since she was 7. They had shared more hours together in school than she probably did with her brother, yet she didn’t know anything personal about him. He was always kind to her and made her feel heard. And weirdly enough, she didn’t feel awkward around him. What was she thinking? Stay focused, Madison. Now wasn’t the time for any distractions in her life.

It surprised her as she followed him to turn in their skates how quickly and easily those 15 minutes went by. She was prepared to not be impressed, intrigued, or genuinely interested in Winston. Clearly, being prepared only sometimes works.

“Have you seen Victoria?” Madison asked.

“Nope. I saw her with Leon making out in the back, but that was an hour ago,” Winston said.

“Ewww, that’s not a pleasant word picture. If you see Victoria, tell her I’m waiting by the front door.”

Twenty minutes later, Madison concluded that Victoria was nowhere to be found, and neither was her boyfriend, Leon. The red-headed 16-year-old that worked the skate-rental counter mentioned that she had seen the two of them leave in Leon’s pickup truck.

Madison stood in the dirt parking lot looking for any sign of Victoria, and she spotted her car still parked near the front. Now what? Kids from her school were heading out and likely going to Millie’s Diner for fries and shakes. Victoria had clearly forgotten about giving Madison a “lift home.”

“Can I borrow your phone to make a quick call,” Madison asked Ben, the rink manager.

“Sure, just dial 9 first,” he shouted over George Straight, singing Check Yes or No. Ben was an old cowboy who had moved here from Amarillo, Texas, long ago. He still played his country western songs, no matter how much the kids booed.

“Come on, mom, pick up the phone!” Madison mumbled as she let the phone ring 10 times before the answering machine clicked on. Leaving a short message, she tried her dad next.

“Hi honey, everything okay?” he answered on the third ring.

“I’m in a bit of a pickle, dad. I’m at the ice skating rink, and I want to get home, and my ride is nowhere to be found. She’s out with her boyfriend somewhere. Everyone else is gone or headed over to Millie’s, which is out of the way. Can you come to get me?” Madison asked.

“Sweetheart, I’m still at the wedding reception. It started late, and we’re just getting the second course out. I can’t leave. Two guys called off sick tonight, so we’re short. Did you try your mom?” he asked.

“Of course. What do you think happened? She’s passed out on the couch, and I can’t get her to answer the phone. Todd must already be asleep; we all know he can sleep through a freight train. Don’t worry about it; I’ll figure it out. It’s only about 3-4 miles, and I can walk.” Madison spoke more confidently than she felt.

“Are you sure that’s your only option? Let me see what I can do. I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try. If I can’t come to get you, I’ll try to see if someone else can. Keep your phone on,” he said.

“I don’t have my cell with me. It was dead, so I just left it at home. I didn’t think I’d need it. I had a plan, dad!” Madison felt tendrils of panic start to creep up her neck.

“Of course you did, sweetheart. Listen to me; you are one of the smartest, most level-headed girls I know. Do you know what they say about the best-laid plans? They often go awry. Stay focused, Madison. Adjust to the situation. You’ll figure it out. Just be safe and call me when you get home. I love you, girl. Got to get back to the reception.”

“Love you too, dad,” Madison said with a sigh. She had a bad feeling that things would not turn out as she had hoped.

Chapter Three – The Long Walk Home

Pushing the door open, she went back into the rink, looking for Winston, but he found her first.

“Hey, what are you still doing here? I thought you had already left; you okay?” Winston asked with concern.

“No, I’m not okay. Victoria left with Leon and hasn’t been back. Her car is still here, but who knows when she’ll show up. My options are finding a ride with someone else, catching the bus, or walking,” Madison plopped down on the bench and sighed.

“Well, you know if I had a car, I’d be happy to take you home, but I walked,” Winston said as he sat down next to her.

“Of course you did. That makes perfect sense since you live less than a mile from here.” She snapped. “Sorry, I’m not mad at you. Just frustrated, and I had a plan A and B. How could this happen?”

Winston looked at her with a grin, raised an eyebrow, and laughed.

“Seriously? You’re laughing at me?” Madison punched him in the arm.

“Ow, that hurt. It looks like someone’s been working out. I’m not laughing at you; just laughing because you are always planning everything down to the tee. For the most part, your plans work. But sometimes, girl, life will throw you a curve ball. You got to be flexible, Mads,” Winston said with a grin.

“You sound like my dad. I need a solution Campbell, not a psychology lesson,” she looked him square in the eyes.

“Fair enough. We could walk to my house, and I could drive you home. Simple, direct, and problem solved. Just let me call home first to make sure the car is available. It’s Friday night, and my sister may have borrowed it. It stinks to be a one-car family of 5,” Winston picked up his cell and dialed.

After hanging up, he shook his head and asked, “So it looks like we’re going to need a plan C.”

“I’ve been calculating how long it would take me to walk home. An average of 6000 steps equals around 3 miles. The average person walks about 1 mile in 15-20 minutes, so it would take me an hour to walk home. That’s not bad. I should get going,” Madison said more to herself than Winston.

“Hold on there, Einstein. You can’t walk go by yourself. It’s dark, and some parts between here and there can be scary. I’ll walk you home. I’ve got a flashlight, and my phone is charged 50%. Just let me call my dad again, and I’ll let him know what we’re doing. He can pick me up at your place when my sister gets home from the movies with her friends.”

“That sounds like a good plan, C, Winston, thanks. You call, and I’m going to run to the restroom before we leave,” Madison grabbed her backpack and went down the hall toward the girl’s bathroom.

She never liked this hall. Dark walls, low lighting, a narrow walkway, and a weird smell. The door was locked, and Madison knocked. “I’ll be right out, give me a minute,” a voice shouted.

“No problem,” Madison said as she switched her backpack to the other shoulder and leaned against the black-painted wall. If she remembered correctly, at the end of the hall, a door went out to where the Zamboni was kept. She always dreamed of running a Zamboni along the ice rink to clean up all the scratches and slush and make the ice clean and shiny again. It was a strange dream, but it was hers.

Suddenly the Zamboni room door opened, and the manager’s son Donnie, who had been away at college, stepped out and headed down the hall. Madison hadn’t seen him in four years or more. She had heard rumors that he had to drop out of school in his last year to come home and help out when his mom got sick. He looked different. His hair was long and slicked back in a “man-bun.” His arms had tattoos, and he had a strange-looking ring pierced through his nostril. When his eyes caught Madison’s, he looked at her in a way that made her skin crawl. Madison was all too familiar with what it looked like to be drunk, and this wasn’t that. Madison would be her last $5 bill that Donnie was high as a kite.

“Donnie? Is that you? Are you okay?” she asked, genuinely concerned.

“What do you care? Mind your own business, girl,” he wiped his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie and turned to continue walking.

“It’s Madison. Madison Torrance. Your sister babysat my little brother, Todd. My dad and I went to your football games at the high school. He always said you were gifted and would probably turn pro one day.”

“Well, guess he was wrong,” Donnie said.

“I knew you came back for your mom when she got sick, but I didn’t know you’d decided to stay. I’m sorry, by the way, about your mom’s passing,” Maddie hesitated to see if he would say anything.

“Thanks,” he said so softly she barely heard him.

“My parents went to the funeral. They said it was nice. Lots of people and all. I wanted to go, but I had to stay home and watch Tod.” Madison stopped rambling and hoped she hadn’t said too much.

“The girl with the big plans. I remember you, Madison Torrance. You’re still here in this dump of a town? You were just starting high school the last time I saw you. So how are all those plans working out for you? You need to mind your own business Madison; you’re better off that way. You’ll find out soon enough that life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan, so just leave it at that.” Donnie walked right past her and out the back door into the night.

For some reason, that made Madison sad. She was curious how one of the most promising young athletes could end up back here with none of his dreams fulfilled, and she prayed that wouldn’t be her story. More determined than ever, Madison walked out the front door and saw Winston ready for the long walk home.

Chapter Four – Plan C

The two determined high school seniors had walked silently for almost thirty minutes before Madison spoke up. “What are you thinking about?”

“Just putting one foot in front of the other and keeping an eye out for any kidnappers,” Winston said cryptically.

“Well, I’m perfectly at ease. Do you want to know why? I’ll tell you anyway. I’m practicing my SAT and ACT questions in my head. I wish I had my flashcards with me,” Madison rubbed her hands together to ward off the cold November night.

“You are one unique person, Madison Torrance,” Winston chimed in. “I don’t know of a single 17 ½-year-old girl who is as excited about taking these exams as you are. You act as if it’s the only thing that will help you achieve your dream. Do you ever think you might be putting all your eggs into one basket?” he glanced over to ensure he hadn’t said something that would upset her.

“Don’t you worry that you’re setting yourself up for failure? And before you bite my head off for saying that, I’m just stating that there is so much more in you than I think you realize. There’s not just ONE plan, Madison.” Winston took a step away from her just in case she decided to punch him again.

“Well, for me, there is. This is it, Winston. I’ll be stuck here forever if I don’t get into a good college. My family isn’t wealthy and can’t pay for me to go. It’s always been my grades that were going to open those doors. I’ve got the scholarships; I just need to do well on my finals and retake my SAT in two weeks. My score was good when I took it last year, but my guidance counselor said I can retake it if I wanted to. I plan to bump it a little to push me over that edge,” Madison took a deep breath and felt as though she had just exposed herself a little too much.

“I just want something better, so I can make them proud. I want to help my dad open that restaurant he’s been dreaming of since he was a teenager working at Sal’s Pizzaria. Having a good job would allow me to help buy mom and dad a new house or a better car. Todd will have a secure childhood with tangible opportunities. Mom could get the help she needs, and the cost of doctors and medicine wouldn’t be a burden because I would be helping them. Don’t you see? It’s up to me. They need me, and I can’t do that if I stay here working at the local coffee shop,” Madison felt like she was going to burst into tears.

“Hey there, it’s okay, Maddie,” Winston reached out and touched her shoulder. She kept walking. “Madison, let’s stop for just a minute. I need to tie my shoelaces,” he lied. He wanted her to take a minute, and he needed to let her know he was listening and he heard her.

“I had no idea you were putting so much pressure on yourself,” he said as he slowly stood from “fake-tying” his laces. Madison had stopped walking and was trying to zip up her jacket. The temperature had dropped, and it was getting cold, fast.

“Madison, look at me. I hear what you’re saying. I do. But trust me on this. You are the smartest person I know, and I have no doubt that you will accomplish something great with your life. Whatever it is, you’ll do well. I’m not worried about that one bit,” he reached out, took the zipper clip out of her hands, and zipped it up for her.

“Thanks, my fingers” were numb,” Madison sniffed and watched as Winston pulled out a pair of gloves from his jacket pocket. “Put these on. They aren’t the thick kind, but they’ll help. We don’t have too much further.” He stood looking at her as she slid her hands inside the black knit gloves.

“Why do I feel like there’s a but coming after your generous compliment?” Madison asked.

“Honestly, Madison, I don’t think your family expects anything from you. From everything I’ve learned about your family, they love you, just like you are. They’re proud of you right now. Right here. This pressure you’re putting on yourself isn’t healthy. I know how much you want to go to college and get a good job. I know you want out of this “podunk” town, as you call it. But this town you want out of so bad holds some great memories, too, right?” Winston jabbed her with his elbow.

“I’m not saying I hate this town. I don’t. It’s been a wonderful place to call home, but I’ve always known I was meant for something more. I always figured “more” meant somewhere else. I’ll always come back. My family is here, and they don’t appear to have plans to leave. There will always be a connection. High school’s almost over. Shouldn’t we know what’s next? Having a plan is just part of who I am. I at least have to try, Winston. Think about it! I have always wanted to be a journalist for a newspaper or magazine. Writing stories, traveling the world, and telling people back home what’s happening. And who knows? I may own my own newspaper and be the chief editor. I want to see if my dream will come true. The older I get, I understand that plans don’t always turn out as you thought they would. That’s just life. But my dad always tells me to assess the situation and make adjustments when that happens. In fact, those were his exact words tonight,” Madison had slowed from a brisk pace to a stroll. She was freezing but seemed reluctant to reach home just yet.

Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, but the silence was not uncomfortable.

“Nothing to say about me becoming rich and famous, Mr. Campbell? Or maybe forgetting everyone here and making a name for myself on the east coast?” Madison asked.

“Hey, it’s your life, Torrance. You certainly worked hard to get where you’re at. You gave up a great deal. Trust me, I noticed. We all make choices; some good, some bad. The older we get, the more serious the choices are and the bigger the consequences. And Madison, listen to me when I say this. I don’t believe for a second that you could ever turn snooty and selfish. Now rich? That’s a possibility. Famous? Meh,” he laughed and saw that Madison smiled back. This made him feel good, and he realized he didn’t like seeing her unhappy. “As far as forgetting everybody here, I hope that never happens. I know I could never forget you.” Now there was a little awkward pause between them.

“I’m sorry; who are you? What are you doing walking down this dark street with me? Do I know you?” Madison looked at Winston with her most serious face. Then she burst out laughing and punched him in the chest. “Oh wait, I remember now. You’re the guy who beat me in the debate contest in our Freshman year. And the same one who dumped kool-aide all over me in the 4th grade just before our school play, where I played sheep #3. Yes, I think it’s all coming back to me.” Madison stood with her hands on her hips, looking up at Winston.

“Now look who’s making fun,” Winston said. “I’m serious, Mads. If anyone can get out of this town, it’s you. You’ll make us all proud. Just please remember us. That’s all I’m saying.”

Madison stepped closer and looked deeper. She had never thought of him as anything other than a friend until now. Madison may have known him since they were children, lived in the same town, and went to the same church, but had never felt anything beyond familiar friends. Had she been so focused on her own plan that she missed the obvious? Was he really saying he’d miss her? Or did he mean something else? Madison had never flirted and wasn’t even sure she knew how. She had never had a boyfriend and hadn’t really seen the point. Being busy with her studies and the PLAN never allowed much room for anything else.

Madison felt confident about most things in her life until this moment. Right now, she was unsure about several things. Still, one thing she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt…she was feeling something!

“Forget about us, or forget about YOU?” Madison blurted out after several minutes went by. The “blurting out things without thinking” only happened when she got nervous.

It took a second before he replied, but when he did, there was no second-guessing.

“Both,” he said sincerely and without explanation.

He took her by surprise, and she didn’t know what to say.

“So…you know all about my plans, but what about yours?” Madison asked, trying to change the subject.

“You’re smart too, and I know you’ve always wanted to design jets. I remember the hours you spent making model airplanes, and do you still do it?” Madison and Winston had started walking again.

“Not as much as I did when I was 12,” he smiled. “I loved spending hours with my dad building those model airplanes. I just don’t have the time anymore, but to answer your question, I do have plans. You have to promise not to say anything to anyone, Madison. I haven’t even talked to my parents about them yet,” Winston said with warning.

Chapter 5 – The Promise

“Why do I feel like you’re about to ask me to “pinky-swear”?” Madison chuckled. “Of course, I won’t say anything. I feel honored that you’d share it with me. It must be pretty serious. My lips are sealed,” Madison turned to face him but kept walking backward across the grass of the dimly lit park.

“Like you, my parents can’t afford to pay for college. Even though my grades were good, and I could get into a good school, I was late applying for scholarships. That’s all on me. So, I enlisted in the Army, thinking of another way to get my college education. I leave two weeks after graduation, and once I finish my four years, they’ll pay my entire tuition for college. You can close your mouth now,” Winston shoved his hands in his jeans pockets and waited.

“Wow! I didn’t see that coming. Your parents are going to freak out. Talk about a huge decision, and I was just going to leave town and never come back!” she tried to lighten the mood.

“That’s all you’re gonna say?” Winston sounded disappointed, even in his own ears.

“Listen… It’s just taking a minute to wrap my head around this. You’re strong. Maybe you’re not a super athlete, but you’re fit. You work out and run every day except Sunday, right?” Madison looked him up and down. “Do you think you’re up for this? Army boot camp isn’t easy. My uncle is a Marine, and I remember hearing his stories. Scary stuff. But I will tell you this; it was the best decision he ever made. Look, I know you are level-headed and not one to make rash decisions, so it’s obvious you’ve thought this through. I guess the next step is to tell your parents,” she jogged a little to keep her feet from freezing. “You nervous?” she yelled over her shoulder.

“Maybe a little,” Winston picked up the pace and started running alongside her. The house was coming just around the next corner.

“They love you. You know that, right? So I am sure they’ll support you. But you’ve got to tell them now. Don’t put it off much longer. Parents like to mull stuff around in their heads and talk about it over and over. They may be upset at first, but give them time. They’ll get on board.”

“Yeah, I hope you’re right. Otherwise, it’s going to make leaving a whole lot harder. Hey, I see your house, and just in time too. I think my nose has frostbite.” Winston put his hands up to his mouth and blew some warm air into them.

“So you ship out two weeks after graduation?” she asked.

“Yep,” he answered.

“Will we see each other again after that? Just wondering, you know,” Madison was starting to feel that strange feeling in her stomach. Or maybe it was her heart.

“Thanks! So you think I’ll die while I’m in the Army? You’re just a boatload of encouragement, Torrance.” He laughed. “I don’t know if we’ll see each other again, but maybe we could write or skype if that’s okay with you,” his voice sounded hopeful.

“Yes, I would love that. I’m not sure where I’ll be, and I know you have no idea where you’ll be deployed, but let’s make a promise. A promise that we’ll stay in contact over the next four years. We’ll meet somewhere when I graduate from college, and your tour ends. I like that, and it sounds like a great plan,” Madison said with relief as she bent over to get the key from under the potted plant on the porch.

“You know that’s not a safe hiding place for your extra key, right? That’s the first place I would have checked if I were going to rob your house,” Winston grinned at her red nose and was glad for the warmth that hit them as she opened the front door.

“So, it sounds like we have a plan! I’m excited. You know how I love plans,” Madison took her jacket and gloves off and set them on the back of the couch. “Here’s my list: 1. take my finals tomorrow. 2. Retake my SAT next Saturday. 3. Graduate from high school in six months. 4. Get accepted into a good college, and 5. Stay in contact with you by text, email, letter, skype, and smoke signals for the next four years. 6. Graduate from college with a Journalist degree. 7. Meet you halfway somewhere in the world for coffee and to discuss the next stage of our plan. Does that sound about right? Does that sound about right?” Madison looked up at him with a smile.

“Wow… I gotta say, Madison, it sounds nice.” Winston took off his hoodie and laid it next to Madison’s jacket. He followed her into the kitchen.

“Do you really think you’ll stay in contact with me and want to take the time to meet somewhere in this world and eat a meal together? What guarantees do I have you won’t forget about me the minute you get to college?” Winston said with all the teasing set aside.

“I don’t know. What about you at war in the Middle East? I don’t know what the future holds, Winston. I know we have six months to figure out a way to not forget about each other,” Madison said with a twinkle. “So if you come up with a plan, I’m all ears.”

“I’m thirsty; how about you?” Madison was trying to delay his leaving. Even just for a few extra minutes. She had been “pleasantly surprised by how much she enjoyed his company and wasn’t ready for him to leave.

“Sure, some water sounds great. I’m just going to call my dad and use your restroom if you don’t mind.”

“Down the hall to the left,” Madison pointed.

She decided to take that time to check on her little brother. Picking up the blankets he had kicked off the bed, she gently covered him. She leaned over and kissed his forehead and saw the comic book in his hand, and she set it on his nightstand and closed his door.

“Dad, you’re home! How was the catering gig? You look tired,” Madison hugged his neck and looked into his weary eyes.

“I’m tired but good, and the reception went very well. Glad you’re home safe and sound. I was getting a little worried.”

“I’m good, dad. Winston ended up walking me home. He’s just cleaning up in the restroom, and his dad is coming to pick him up,” Madison smiled.

“Winston Campbell? That was nice of him to do that. Did he offer on his own, or did you have to beg and bribe?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Dad! No, I didn’t even have to ask. He offered on his own. It made the long walk home much less scary and a lot more interesting,” she reached into the refrigerator for two bottles of water.

“Really? Winston’s a good guy, and his dad raised him right,” her dad said with a smile.

“So I’m a good guy? Hey, Mr. Torrance, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. How was your wedding reception?” Winston asked as he walked back into the kitchen.

“Hi, Winston. Yes, you are a good guy. You protected my daughter without any bribery, and that’s hard to find nowadays. It’s nice to know chivalry is alive and well. This is one thankful father,” he stuck his hand out to shake the young man’s.

“It was my pleasure. It actually went by faster than we anticipated,” Winston said.

“Hmmm, that’s what she said. Good company tends to do that. Were you able to get ahold of your dad? If not, I’d be happy to drive you home; it’s the least I can do, Mr. Torrance said.

“That’s okay; my dad’s on his way. He’ll be here in a few minutes, but thanks,” Winston smiled. “Where did Madison go?” He asked.

“She’s checking on her mom; she’ll be right out. Take a seat,” the older man pointed to a chair. “So, did Madison ply you with all her plans? Lord knows she loves talking about “the Plan.”

Winston smiled. “Madison has had plans since we were in Mrs. McClain’s third-grade class. She’s trying very hard to fulfill them too. If anyone can, it’s her. She’s smart and loves her family. You’re very blessed,” Winston was watching the other room, waiting to see Madison again.

The older man noticed everything about this young man. Winston wasn’t going to leave until he saw Mads again. Jack Torrance smiled fondly.

“There she is! Everything okay on that end of the house?” Jack asked his daughter.

“Yep, all is well. How about you two? Do you guys want a sandwich or some chips and salsa? I can fix something,” she asked, hoping to put off the end of a surprisingly good evening as long as she could.

“No honey, but thanks. I’m exhausted. Winston’s dad is on his way, so I’m going to say goodnight and catch some much-needed sleep. Winston, thank you,” Jack shook Winston’s hand again and left the room.

Chapter 6 – The Conversation

“Madison, come sit down. I don’t want anything to eat. Just sit for a minute before my dad gets here. I know your feet have to be tired,” Winston pushed out the chair with his foot for her to sit.

“Fine,” she took a sip from her water bottle and looked at Winston sitting across from her. “Why do I feel like this is goodbye? I almost wish you hadn’t said anything about the Army. Now all I can think about is when you leave. I know we still have six months, but now that your plans have been put out there in the universe, six months isn’t very long,” Madison surprised herself by being so honest with him.

“So, are you admitting that you’re gonna miss me? I just want to make sure I hear you correctly. And that you wish we had more time before going our separate ways? Just to clarify?” Winston sat back with his arms folded behind his head.

“Don’t tease me, Winston Campbell. This is all new to me, and it’s taken me by surprise too. I just need to focus on my plan and the fact that we still have six months before we leave. I just got to get through tomorrow. Do you still pray?” she asked.

“What? Uh, yes. Why do you ask?” Winston said with a look of interest on his face.

“Well, I see you praying before lunch every day at school, and of course, I see you in church, and I didn’t know if you did it for other things besides food and religious rituals. Anyway, if you do, can you please pray for me tomorrow? You know how much I want to do well on those finals,” Madison looked a bit embarrassed.

“Yes, I pray for other things besides food and to keep a ritual. I wouldn’t call my praying in church a “ritual,” though. I love praying, to be honest with you. It’s comforting and brings me a great deal of peace. And yes, I will pray for you tomorrow. It’s all going to work out, Madison.” Winston saw his dad’s car lights pull into the driveway and got up to take his glass to the sink.

“You don’t know that for sure, Winston,” Madison said.

“You’re right; I don’t know that for sure. But one thing I do know is that you’ve studied faithfully. You’ve prepared, and you’ve done everything humanly possible. Now just relax. Do your best and trust that God has it all in control. And that is one thing I am sure of,” Winston walked towards the front door.

“Wait. Don’t you have any finals tomorrow? She asked him.

“I only have one to take tomorrow morning, then I have the rest of the day off,” he said as he put on his hoodie.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been so caught up in my worries that I didn’t even consider asking you about your test. It was selfish of me. But thanks for listening. It meant a lot,” Madison stood at the front door watching him. “Will I see you tomorrow?” she asked.

“Of course. I’ve been here since third grade, and I’m not going anywhere. At least for the next six months,” Winston placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “You’ve got this, Madison. Here’s to Plan A.”

As Winston turned and walked down the stone path to the car waiting for him, Madison realized her day had not turned out as planned. And she was okay with it. As she closed the front door, she sighed and smiled. Winston was right. Plans sometimes take a detour. Thank goodness there are 26 letters in the alphabet. Lord knows she would need all of them before this journey was completed. Turning out the porch light, she noticed the black gloves that Winston had loaned her lying on the couch by her jacket. Madison picked them up and slipped them into her pocket.

The desk under her bedroom window was covered with books, notes, highlighters, and pens. She closed her laptop, stacked her papers neatly, and placed the books on her shelf. Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was nearly 10 an hour past her planned time to be in bed. Pulling back the covers, she heard a gentle knock on her door and knew it was her dad.

“Come in,” she said while pulling on her robe.

“Hey Darlin, just wanted to check on you. Everything okay?” Maddie loved how he never failed to say goodnight and always told her he was praying for her.

“Yeah, everything’s good. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be for tomorrow, and nothing I do between now and then will change the outcome,” Madison said with confidence.

“Well, look at you! My plan A girl is willing to go with plan B. I’m proud of you. It seems you’ve assessed the situation and made appropriate adjustments. That, my dear girl, is a sure sign of growing up,” He whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead, “just don’t be in too big a hurry to leave us. Enjoy the last six months of high school, relax, and have fun. And when you’re ready to move on to the next chapter, we’ll all cheer you on. Love you,” he said as he closed the door.

The nightlight on her dresser showed the black gloves sticking out of her skirt pocket that hung from the chair. Madison smiled and thought making adjustments might not be so difficult after all.