The next few weeks flew by as we closed in on graduation.Studying for finals on the nights off work became a regular habit.We had some of the same subjects,so we worked hard at quizzing each other until the material was burned into our minds.
We had turned in my college application,so all we could do was wait.Jeff had already received an acceptance letter a few weeks before the night we found my father beating my mom,so if I wasn’t accepted,we’d be separated next fall.I’d have to attend community college my first year.For now,we tried not to focus on that possibility.
We didn’t really share our relationship with others,but apparently we weren’t very good at hiding our feelings because everybody in school seemed to know about us within a couple of days.Once the news spread,we experienced a few days of uncertainty,but we held our breath and nothing happened.No retaliations.No name-calling.Nothing.