Chapter 12

They went to a few of the various winter social events, at Herb’s insistence. Jonathan still hadn’t really wanted to go, but with Herb right there insisting he go out, he didn’t know how to say no. He mostly had fun, but he kept seeing Fionn, remembering the winter he’d returned to the farm, how glad Johnathan had been to see him, how much fun they’d had at the parties that year.

“Jonathan, I can tell your mind is a mile away, at least,” said Herb as they drove home from one such event. They were using Johnathan’s sturdy cart, but Herb’s magnificent horse pulled it

“I guess.”

“Care to tell me where?” Herb said.

Johnathan shrugged. “Just…remembering somebody I once…I don’t know. Thought I might love, maybe.”

“Ah. I thought it might be something like that.”

“I thought maybe he loved me. And then I was sure he didn’t. And now I don’t know at all. But it doesn’t matter. I drove him away and he won’t be coming back.”