Thorson was bored. It had been 3 weeks since Bertha had gone home. School was starting up again in just a few days. Thorson would be starting Grade 11. He wasn’t really excited about going back to school, but even education would be better than the boredom he faced right now. He had picked up The Fellowship of the Ring earlier that day, but couldn’t get into it, even though The Lord of the Rings was his all-time favourite set of books. He had already read through the whole thing half a dozen times, but this time it wasn’t doing anything for him.
He put a game into his 3DS, but after a few minutes, decided that this wasn’t what he wanted either.
Everything he did felt empty, and he knew why too. He wanted to do something, anything with Bertha. It really sucked that she lived so far away.
He decided, on a whim, to try skyping with Bertha, but as he suspected, she wasn’t by her computer. She was probably out working or spending time with her friends, so he sent her a text:
“just met a girl named Ann. She’s super cute, and I think she’s into me.”
It wasn’t even remotely true, and maybe a bit cruel, but he was just bored enough to try to get a reaction out of his girlfriend.
20 seconds later, there was a reply, “you kiss her yet?”
“Well…she started it…”
He suspected that Bertha knew he was just trying to string her along, and her next text to her proved it…
“As long as she started it, I guess that’s OK…especially since she’s cute. luv u!”
Thorson replied, “luv u 2…miss u. i’m so bored!!”
They texted back and forth for a while, and it helped Thorson’s mood, but he still desperately missed her.
When they were done texting, Thorson went to see what his dad was up to. He found his dad in the back yard looking intently at the birch tree. “What are you doing?” His dad looked at his with a rather startled look and said, “trying to communicate, of course!”
“With the tree?”
“Yes. I’m fairly certain that they can communicate telepathically.”
“Some, but everything they say is rather sappy.”
Thorson groaned at his dad’s lame attempt at humour, but then said, “Dad, can I get a job?”
“Hmmm…school starts in a few days, rather late for a summer job isn’t it?”
“I was thinking I could work evenings and weekends.”
“I’ll talk it over with your mom, but if you can keep your grades up, maybe you could have a job. What do you want a job for, anyway?”
Thorson figured that if he could save up a bit, then maybe he could afford to fly down to Washington once in a while instead of relying on Bertha’s acting income to fund all of their visits, but he wasn’t sure that he wanted to tell his dad that…at least not yet, so he said, “I’d like to have a bit of spending cash without bugging you and mom all the time.”
“Good idea!” his dad said, “especially since plane tickets are rather pricey.”
Once again, his dad had read him like a book, but it was good to have parents who understood him so well.
~~to be continued~~