March 13th
The day she left.
Sally called me this morning. She said Alice was moving away. I was still in my pyjamas, holding a cup of tea.
When I rushed to the window and looked outside, I could hardly believe my eyes. A big limousine rolled up into Alice's driveway.
I wasn't used to seeing her like that, leaving without a word.
I didn't know why she left or where she was going. It was hard to accept because I was so used to having her close.
We used to talk about travelling when we were younger. I used to joke that she'd never leave this town. And she used to laugh and say, "Well, if I ever do, you'll be the first to know." Apparently not.
Everyone says, "You'll get used to it." But I don't want to get used to this quiet. I don't want to get used to someone else living in her house.