I wrote about the day my sister and I raced up to see her boyfriend
off on his trip to Montana for the summer. After a couple of weeks of
furtive phone calls and malformed youthful plans she packed her bags,
bought a bus ticket and ran away from home to live with her boyfriend
and his intrepid band of itinerant teenaged firefighters. My parents
called his parents to try and find her and they spilled the beans. My
mom was planning on heading up to Montana and force my sister to come
home but after a few intense phone calls wherein my sister made quite
clear she would not willingly return home and runaway again if she
was forced to. She got a job up there waiting tables and was enjoying
her broke bohemian freedom. At the end of the summer my sister's
boyfriend and his friends were going to mountain bike home from
Montana and she didn't have a bike so when they headed off she had to
ride the bus back home but she didn't want to live with my mom and
dad any more so she convinced a neighbor to let her stay with them
for a little while. So at the start of school my sister lived through
the block from me and sometimes we rode to school together.
