Chet came to town without the baggage of twelve years of school with the same people. For a sliver of a school year, I’d had a glimpse of what it was like not living in her shadow—and then the lifelong eclipse circled right back around. Jules was put out to pasture like an old, crusty cow, and Laura became the sun to his piece-of-crap-no-good-son-of-a—stars.
