“Sam Penny’s watching me, not like I watch people, but how people who care about people watch people. Like he’s noticed a crack. Not in the construct of who I let the world think I am, but in who I actually am, and he’s not staring at me to open it up wider to see what’s inside like I would… I think he’s staring at me like that so he can work out how to fix it. “You are sad,” he tells me with a small nod—he’s decided—and he steps toward me. “So what if I am!” I yell at Sam. “My dad just died.” He gives me a long look again and then shakes his head. “That’s not why you’re sad.” I bellow, “Who the fuck asked you!” He shrugs gently. “I don’t know, Georgia—I think maybe the more important question is, who didn’t ask you?”
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Jessa Hastings,
The Conditions of Will