“You can sleep on it. It’s a big deal. It’s my diary.” “You called it a journal,” Charlie says. “Same thing.” “A diary implies there are more personal pieces of information than just a journal. Scientists keep journals. They don’t necessarily keep diaries.” Oookay. “Well, I guess I’m not sure how personal it is. It’s like a dournal.” Charlie smiles at the made-up word while taking a drag. I know his dad would have cringed at it. “Alright then,” he says, smoke billowing out of his nose. “I’ll read your dournal.”
