Good Friends Are Hard to Find and Impossible to Forget read an illustration above the coatrack.
True Love Is Born from Hard Times promised a needlepointed pillow in their antique-furnished living room.
Augustus saw me reading. “My parents call them Encouragements,” he explained. “They’re everywhere.”
His mom and dad called him Gus. They were making enchiladas in the kitchen
(a piece of stained glass by the sink read in bubbly letters Family Is Forever).
His mom was putting chicken into tortillas, which his dad then rolled up and placed in a glass pan.
They didn’t seem too surprised by my arrival, which made sense:
The fact that Augustus made me feel special did not necessarily indicate that I was special.
Maybe he brought home a different girl every night to show her movies and feel her up.
“This is Hazel Grace,” he said, by way of introduction. “Just Hazel,” I said.
“How’s it going, Hazel?” asked Gus’s dad. He was tall—almost as tall as Gus—and skinny in a way that parentally aged people usually aren’t.
“Okay,” I said. “How was Isaac’s Support Group?” “It was incredible,” Gus said.
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