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384 pages, Hardcover
First published February 18, 2014
"There's a . . . I mean, there has to be some mistake. How could you be getting medicine already?" Somehow that was the most implausible part of what she'd told me. I'd slept at her house Saturday night. She'd been fine. I'd talked to her this morning. Eight hours later she was in the hospital and getting medicine? How could they even diagnose what she had that fast?
Except, I quickly discovered, having lunch with Stacy Shaw, Emma Cho, and the rest of the Wamasset cheer squad. Because even the tiniest calf had a bigger brain than they did.
The girls literally swarmed Jake, and I watched him be engulfed by them. Emma managed to nuzzle in closer than all the rest.
he and a bunch of the other guys on the football team would be teaching kids how to bench-press or tackle or rape or whatever it was that football players knew how to do well.
I dialed her number. "That's information I could have used a little earlier," I hissed. "And she's not 'okay,' and nice of you to tell me she doesn't even want me teaching the class. I thought I was doing her some big favor."
"You are doing her a big favor," Olivia assured me. "As soon as she sees what you can do with these girls, she's going to realize that."
"Now I feel like she's just waiting for me to fail so she can fire me." Irritated by what I'd just said, I slapped the wall. "Listen to me. How can she fire me. I don't even work here."
"Is this fun?" asked Olivia. "Are we having fun yet?" As Mrs. Jones had directed me to, I headed down the hallway and up a well-lit flight of dark wooden stairs.
"Your cancer is a complete pain in my ass, Olivia Greco," I told her.
This is a work of fiction. Whenever possible, I tried to include accurate medical information, but when the narrative required it, I chose the story over the realities of cancer treatment.
There are some things you worry about. And then there are some things you don't worry about. You don't worry about them because they're too awful to contemplate worrying about.
"We're not going to be dancers, but one day our lives are going to be amazing, Zoe. Totally amazing."
"Life is Long."
"Not always," I reminded her.
"She wanted to be Jake's official girlfriend as opposed to what she was, which was the sad girl who threw herself at him."
"I couldn't help feeling like they saw me as this weird birth defect of Olivia's, something she would have been wise to have removed but for some reason chose to live with."