I was roused next morning by a knock at my door.

Blinking my eyes open, I could see the sun was just coming up and that it was about 7:00. It was Saturday.

"Jimmy. Jimmy, can I come in?" Rachel's voice. "I have to leave for yearbook. I wanted to say goodbye."

Normally she would just leave. One of the things she had done at the school was to take journalism, and the school had made a space for her to participate in the assembly of the school yearbook. And it had been a great way for her to make some friends.

I sat myself up and pulled the sheet...