I guess Anna died and so it just ends? CRUEL. Call me when you can. Hope all’s okay.
So when I got home I went out into the backyard and sat down on this rusting latticed patio chair and called him.
It was a cloudy day, typical Indiana: the kind of weather that boxes you in.
Our little backyard was dominated by my childhood swing set, which was looking pretty waterlogged and pathetic.
Augustus picked up on the third ring. “Hazel Grace,” he said.
So welcome to the sweet torture of reading An Imperial—I stopped when I heard violent sobbing on the other end of the line.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “I’m grand,” Augustus answered. “I am, however, with Isaac, who seems to be decompensating.”
More wailing. Like the death cries of some injured animal.
Gus turned his attention to Isaac. “Dude. Dude. Does Support Group Hazel make this better or worse? Isaac. Focus. On. Me.”
After a minute, Gus said to me, “Can you meet us at my house in, say, twenty minutes?” “Sure,” I said, and hung up.
If you could drive in a straight line, it would only take like five minutes to get from my house to Augustus’s house,
but you can’t drive in a straight line because Holliday Park is between us.
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