When I'm Gone; Chapter 3
Chapter 3-July 27, 2001 (Claire)
“I’m going to get my hair cut,” Alex called out. I glanced at my watch. It was only 8:29 in the morning. I giggled quietly and looked in the direction of Alex’s room.
“And do what?” I yelled back. I could hear Alex’s laughter from where I sat on the couch. I marked my place in my book I was reading and stood up. Alex came out, dressed in khaki’s and a tucked in polo. His hair was recently washed and it looked as if he had combed it.
“Going to breakfast,” he admitted. I smiled at him knowingly.
“This girl I met a yesterday while we were moving in.
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