A Song for Bijou by Josh Farrar

Author:Josh Farrar
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing
Published: 2013-01-10T22:00:00+00:00

Speaking of Bijou, it’s sure been hard to get in touch with her since the date. She seriously must be the only person in the St. Cathopher’s universe to not have a phone. I’ve been losing my mind; I really, really want to talk to her. Luckily, Mary Agnes, innovative as usual, has come up with a solution.

During school hours, I can send a text to Mary Agnes, and she’ll pass it on to Bijou. In turn, Bijou can use Mary Agnes’s phone to text me. Of course, this means that Bijou’s self-appointed best friend knows every single thought, every emotion that passes between us, but for now, it’s a price I’m willing to pay.

“Put ‘FOR B’ at the beginning, and I won’t read those ones,” Mary Agnes said.

Yeah, right.

So Bijou and I have kept things pretty basic. I’ve asked her how things are going, how her day went, stuff like that. And her responses have been pretty, let’s say, nonspecific. I mean, I know it’s her, not Mary Agnes, writing them. There have been references to Jou Jou, to Rara Gran Bwa, to her aunt and uncle. But if I’m going to have so few opportunities to actually hang out in public with the girl I like, I’m going to have to find a way to get to know her, a way for her to get to know me, without Mary Agnes having access to our private feelings.

So I’ve come up with something: the Trini-Daddy’s tree—an idea so old-school, so simple, I can’t believe it took me this long to figure it out. But now that I have, I love it. It totally avoids detection by anybody but me and Bijou, and while it’s almost as labor-intensive as the Pony Express, it’s also pretty fun.

Yesterday, I sent Bijou a text at Mary Agnes’s number that said, “Something for U. Trini-Daddy’s Tree. Look after school today.” That was it! And the genius part is that Trini-Daddy’s isn’t listed on Google or through 411. I checked, and unless you live in Flatbush and walk by the place every day—which, with the sole exception of Bijou, nobody from either St. Chris’s or St. Cat’s ever does—it’s virtually impossible to trace. I wrote her this letter, where I put everything I’ve been thinking since the day we met into words. Am I nuts?

Nomura thinks so, that I’m saying too much, too soon, but I don’t care. If I don’t tell her this stuff, I’m going to go loony, and I’m no good to anyone completely off my rocker. So I just went for it, speeding through the note in about seven minutes, and now I can barely remember a word of it. I hope I didn’t say anything completely crazy.

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