November 1st, 2005
My sister showed up. Unannounced of course, but that in itself is a very Deanna. Before this, we hadn't spoken to each other in four years. Well, there was the occasional Deanna drunk dial, but apart from that, nothing. So when your sister breaks into your apartment at 1AM in the morning, you know something's wrong.
Turns out it's Mom. She was on a hunting trip, but hadn't checked in with Deanna in a couple of days, which led her to make the drive to Cali to come and get me. I was hesitant at first, and Jesse wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of me leaving, with my Law School interview being on Monday, but I couldn't just let Deanna go off by herself. I'd packed some stuff up, a clean plaid shirt, a pair of shorts and my knife from under the bed, before reassuring Jesse one last time and heading out.
Deanna played me the last voicemail message Mom had left her prior to her disappearance, and then we hit the road.
We had to stop for gas at a Gas 'n' Sip just outside of Palo Alto, and that's where I'd found this old thing. Thought it would give me something to do on the drive to Jericho. Don't know what I'm gonna' use it for, maybe I could take notes with it in my Law School audition? Either way, I need to remember to hide it from Bradie cause' she would steal it if I just left it lying around.
I miss Jesse already. It's only been a few hours too, On second thoughts, I should probably hide this from Deanna too, or I'd never hear the end of it if she saw all that soppiness. Total violation of the no chick flick moments rule.
Deanna hasn't said much since we left Stanford. I'm trying to work out whether she's giving me the cold shoulder or just simply pissed off in general. Her body language appears to be in my favour, but she's too quiet. If we finish this hunt and she hasn't made a comment about me ditching her and Mom for Stanford, it'll be a miracle. Ugh…wish me luck.