Rosie did her best to keep busy. She played as much as she could with Maddie at Rossi and Derrick's. She even helped with Asha, quite a bit, lugging them around, reading a few board books to them.
Still Brick was on her mind. She thought she would collapse when she heard the news of what happened Thanksgiving. But she wasn't a frail flower. After all, she put up with a lot with her truck driving dad these days.
She had such high hopes that he'd be home for Thanksgiving, but he got stuck in snow in Denver or somewhere. She knew he was in no mood for the holidays. As it was he was in the middle of a divorce.
It didn't seem possible. She thought they'd somehow find their way back to each other. It wasn't going to happen, or so she'd willed it, until she couldn't anymore. She could see that nothing lasted forever.
But Brick. Not Brick. There was always Brick.
She liked that he'd stay past the last school bell, to walk home with her. Sometimes, they would stop at the playground, and go on the see-saw or the merry-go-around for awhile. Cold set in now. Still, they managed to spend some time together. She would usually make him hot chocolate after school.
She thought of his easy smile. He was quiet, but he was always a good listener. And he never ever talked about his mom nor dad. Usually, it was about his teacher. Good things too. About what kind of books to look for at the library, or some writing assignment.
But now..all she could do was wait. Hoping his grandmother would let her know when he woke up. Was he really OK? Would his punctured heart ever be the same?
It was amazing he'd survived. After all, he'd been thrown from the vehicle. His dad's truck didn't have seat-belts.
Ever so often she found herself thinking a little prayer before she could cry, but the tears came anyway.
Derrick was afraid she was coming down with something. She told him she was fine. Except, she did throw up when she found out he was in surgery so many hours.
Brick went through the windshield. There was glass in his head, and one eye might have been blinded.
She shuttered to think he might never be the Brick she remembered.
Finally, his grandmother called a couple of days later and asked her if she wanted to go to hospital with her. Brick was awake.