Grace and I kept a proximate eye on each other after the milk incident. We started to talk, but rarely. Seemingly, the milk event brought us closer. But how could that happen? Was this meant to occur?
I studied grace for days. Paying abutting attention to her attitude and what she was interested in. Short, light-blonde, almost white hair. She wore dresses often, as did her younger sister, Elizabeth.
School was almost over. We would soon be "big kids'' as the grown ups would call it to make us feel bigger than we actually were. Grace and I were supposed to be going to the same school next year for first grade. Little did anybody know that a milk crime could lead to an almost 7 year relationship between the two of us.
The last day of school, me and Grace glared at one another for a few seconds until contact was broken by the flirtatious Billie Joe, practically squeezing the guys out of Grace whilst giving her a goodbye hug.
School was over, going three months without seeing Grace until the school year started again.
