I smiled a little. “Everyone knows, is all. That I went crazy or whatever.”
“Oh, sweetie,” she said. “You didn’t go crazy. You’ve always been crazy.”
Now I laughed, and she reached over to squeeze my wrist. Daisy was waiting on the front steps.
Mom stopped the car, and I got out, the weight of the backpack still tender against my ribs.
It was a cold day, but the sun was bright even though it had just risen, and I kept blinking away the light.
It had been a while since I’d spent much time outside. Daisy looked different.
Her face brighter somehow. It took me a second to realize she’d gotten a haircut, a just-under-the-chin bob that looked really good.
“Can I hug you without lacerating your liver?” “I like the new hairstyle,” I said as we hugged.
“You’re sweet, but we both know it’s a disaster.” “Listen,” I said. “I’m really sorry.”
“Me too, but we have forgiven each other and now we will live happily ever after.”
“Seriously, though,” I said. “I feel terrible about—” “I do, too,” she said.
“You gotta read my new story, man. It’s a fifteen-thousand-word apology set on postapocalyptic Jedha.
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