I was keeping myself pretty busy juggling between school and my after school activities and felt pretty good about it all. I even managed to diminish my thoughts of girls in the neighborhood and girls in Panama period which was pretty remarkable given my age and the path of my hormones.
The girls I wrote to were far more interesting for me. The one in Chile, however, after receiving a few letters from her, soon sent me a letter that gave me reason to ponder. In it she warned me of circumstances arising in Chile that would soon put an end to her writing to me and it closed with a rather cryptic statement of how sorry she was that things had turned out the way they had for her. Continue reading