We are free to choose. We are even free to choose the wrong thing.
And I am suddenly five years old again, standing in our laundry room in Portland, listening to the throaty.
We’ll be asking the questions,” the pale man says, and smiles. He has dark-spotted gums, and yellow teeth.
I am five feet two inches tall and I am in-between in every way. But.
A path and a place for everyone, and for the people who disagree, a hole.
Really,” I say, and she smiles at me – small, tight, relieved. It’s an honest smile. I add, “But I don’t want to be like you either.” Her.
It’s weird how much people change... It’s kind of sad, if you think about it. There’s no continuity in people at all. Like something ruptures when you hit twelve, or thirteen, or whatever the age is when you’re no longer a kid but a “young adult,” and after that you’re a totally different person.
Beep, beep,” Lindsay calls out. A few weeks ago my mom yelled at her for blasting her horn at six fifty-five every morning, and this is Lindsay’s solution.
Did you ever notice that he’s undeniably fuckable?
Tack’s umbrella – the one he pushed into my hands, and insisted I bring, on a cloudless day. My.
Always trying to make the best of things.
I fold the memory carefully inside of me. I bury it down deep. “Lift.
He has big, square white teeth that remind me of bathroom tiles. The.
I didn’t even know a heart could beat so loudly, and it reminds me of an Edgar Allan Poe story.
I’ve always liked numbers. I like how you can just keep stacking them up, one on top of the other, until they fill any space, any moment. I told my friends this one day, and Lindsay said I was going to be the kind of old woman who memorizes phone books and keeps flattened cereal boxes and newspapers piled from floor to ceiling in her house, looking for messages from space in the bar codes.
I’ve never really believed in heaven. It always sounded like a crazy idea: everybody happy and reunited.
From the way they were pillow talking I was worried I was about to be treated to the symphony of another make-out session.
I pour myself a glass of water and.
The idea makes my stomach drop a little – not in a bad way, more like at the moment right before you reach the highest part of the roller coaster, when you know that at any second you’ll be at the very top of the park, looking down over everything, pausing there for a fraction of a second, about to have the ride of your life.
Hana.” My mother is looking at me expectantly. “Fred asked you to pass the green beans.