I got a ride home.
I called Dad and told him what had and hadn't happened.
I had lunch, changed into pajamas, and went early to bed.
The events flashed in my mind when it was dark and I was alone.
I hadn't cried since I got back to New York. I hadn't been homesick. But now it hit me. I missed Dad and I missed he would hold me and kiss my hair and promise me he would visit me.