Status Updates From Lizzy and the Good Luck Girl

I thought about how Charlotte must have seen my life. My two happily married parents. Unlimited free ice cream. A view of the moon from the rooftop. Just the good stuff. That's the way I used to see my life, too, before I knew bad things could happen.

My spaghetti brain was back. A big, sticky, knotted mess. I had better hurry up and get it untangled.

My stomach felt like it was full of broken glass.

Sandwich specials of the every-other-day-or-so were always popping into my head at random times. But there was nothing random about where my brain was going with this one. Right smack in the middle of two tons of worry, it was all about Smoky. Smoked Black Forest ham, a ring of pineapple, Swiss cheese on a dark rye bagel. What else would I call it but the Black Hole?

"You be you and I'll be me, okay?"