A week after Ben's whole "arm thing" he was still in a cast and still had a concussion. It was driving him crazy, therefore driving me crazy. Always calling, always face timing, always e-mailing, texting me about how much his arm is killing him. He knows I'm not at school. I mean yes I said I was going back in three days and I would forget about Margo, but then the whole "Ben's arm and head" thing happened and I just decided not to go back till after Ben went back to school. Unless, of course, Margo showed up again.
Margo gone was surprisingly, like, nice. I got to talk a lot with Lacey, always video chatting to see if I've found anything. I often look at the picture she left me, wondering the meaning behind it. I've talked to Ruthie too, I showed her the photo, and she said she had never seen it, not in the living room, nor in Margo's room. It was disappointing that Margo didn't feel the need to hand the photo up, but it had to be important if she saved it to give to me as a preset. I thought of how lost Margo became after this picture was taken. I didn't like to imagine the empty Margo, but I did. I imagined her sitting in an abandoned house, drinking herbal tea from her portable tea kettle. The kind that you just fill with water, plug in, and heats the water for you. Along with the tea, she was probably reading a book. Something old that she didn't even know the title of. The wear and tear showing in the cover. But the cover isn't the only thing showing wear and tear. Margo's face and clothes show it too. She probably hadn't showered in a while, and if she did, it wasn't a good shower. The dirt on her face would be visible. Her clothes might be dirty or have a few holes, but I wouldn't mind. I would see her as I always do: beautiful. I would see her as the real Margo, not the Margo who was lost all these years, But the Margo from Agloe.
