First a little backround, me and V went to grade school together. By the end of it we were tight. But on the very last day of school in the sixth grade, she moved away because her house burnt down. She had a crush on me till the day she left. About two years later, in eighth grade, I received news she had become a fugitive. I was heart broken, I blamed myself and the whole shebang. It lead my teenage depression. She stepped into the limo but I didn't turn towards her, then she said, "I want to see the houses remains," and something inside of me snapped. I was outraged but I didn't let it show. I drove but I wasn't going to Uncle Edburt's charred house, I was going home. Whenever I snuck a look back, I didn't see any guilt on her face. Once we arrived in my hometown which was also Edbert's hometown because we live a block apart, Vix said,"I used to have a friend who lived in this town, but you can't have friends when you're a fugitive." I was parked in the parking lot of the supermarket and my friend A walked by Vix's window. They used to be friends but that was a long time ago, A looks over and sees Vix and runs to her house crying. I can't not feel bad for A, she really wants to make friends with Vix again and to right her wrongs. I responded in my deepest, roughest voice," Let's stop in and say hi, where does she live." She seemed get a little ticked at that one. "He, over there across from here, but that doesn't mean we're going there. Like I just said, you can't..." But I was parked in my drive way and out of the car before she finished and by the time she was out of the vehicle I was petting my dog who was out for her daily 5:50 routine. I threw V the keys and a wad of cash and said to her, "Get yourself some sleep, that will pay for any three star hotel, pick me up tomorrow in the Dairy Queen in the Wisconsin Dells at three tomorrow." I turned around and winked, her jaw dropped she barely even mustered an ok before she got in her limo and  tore out of the drive way. I don't even live in Wisconsin but thats where the funeral was, so I would be there. I walked into my house and upstairs to my office and tried again with a clear head,"It's Friday afternoon..."