Free EMIT (THE EMIT SAGA) by Barbara Cross Page B

on Einstein.”
    “ Einstein vacationed out on the North Fork of Long Island near my Grandma’s house!” I said trying to impress him.
    “I recall reading something about that,” Daniel said grinning. “So do you like Byron’s poetry?”
    “Some I like, some I hate, and some I don’t understand at all.
    “I f you ever need help, just ask.”
    “I might take you up on that.” Even if I had to pretend I needed help, I thought. “Did Lord Byron really go to your school or were you joking?”
    “ He did a long time ago, not with me,” he said and winked. “As a matter of fact, Lord Byron wrote a poem about the school.”
    H e looked at his vibrating cell and said, “Wow. I have to run. I have an appointment. Do you want to have breakfast or coffee tomorrow morning before work?”
    Anything, anytime, but I couldn’t really say that, so I casually said, “Sure.”
    “How’s eight o’clock at that cafe.” He pointed to a little place right on Columbus Avenue.
    “Okay,” I blushed. I couldn’t believe this; I had a breakfast date with Daniel. Daniel bent down, petted Amber goodbye and as he walked away, he winked and my heart jumped. His looks weren’t the only great thing about him.
    Mom was on the phone when I came in . She covered the receiver and whispered that Dad had gotten stuck on a long-distance call and dinner would be later. If I was hungry, I should help myself. I said I’d wait and went to call Lily.
    S he was on the train and the clamor was ear shattering. She couldn’t hear me at all and said she’d call me back. I was daydreaming about Daniel when Lily’s call forced me back to earth. As I told her the whole saga about Reed and Daniel, she was silent and didn’t interrupt once. She was obviously riveted or incredulous; I wasn’t sure which.
    “Unbelievable.”
    “I know, but why is he talking to me?”
    “ You’re pretty, smart and fun. Anyone who dates you would be lucky,” she added.
    “I just don’t get it.” I was being such a baby. Now that he was talking to me, I was getting insecure and scared. Talking to Lily did quiet some of my concerns.
    When I heard Mom calling me, I got off the phone. As I reached for the plates to set the table, I started humming.
    “You seem better. How was your talk with Reed?” Mom asked.
    “ Oh Mom, it was a misunderstanding. A friend of his posted it as a joke. Do you believe it? We’re still friends,” I beamed happily. “Everything’s fine!”
    My phone vibrated, alerting me to an incoming email, which reminded me of all the problems I’d been having with my phone. “Mom, I’m still having issues with my phone.”
    “Can you make calls?”
    “Yeah, it works outgoing.”
    “ You’re going to Lily’s tomorrow so, we’ll take care of it next week.”
    “Okay, but it’s a mess. I’m not getting all my calls, email or notifications from Facebook and my call log is not working at all,” I added.
    I called Lily and we finalized our plans to meet at Uncle Ian’s office on Park Avenue.
    I kept talking about Daniel and Lily interrupted me mid-sentence and said, “Enough. I’m going swimming. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    I grabbed my poetry book and looked for the two poems that Daniel had mentioned. I found the “Darkness” poem. There was such an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. Words of destruction, depicting the end of the world and the end of humanity, made the poem nightmarish with all the horrible images and connotations. Shocked, I couldn’t fathom how this poem could be his favorite. Perhaps Daniel discovered this poem after he lost his parents and could relate.
    Quickly, I starte d looking for the other poem, to rid my mind of this one. Only one poem had the word Harrow it was called “On a Distant View of the Village and School of Harrow On The Hill.” The poem was full of memories and recollections.
    Tired of reading poetry, I put the book away and started writing a song. Inspired by my crazy emotions, I