And if you’re saving it for your education, making responsible decisions, well, then, I’m—”
She never finished the sentence, because the bell beeped from on high. “Okay,” I said. “Love you, Aza.” “I love you, too, Mom.”
I wanted to say more, to find a way to express the magnetic poles of my love for my mother: thank you I’m sorry thank you I’m sorry.
But I couldn’t bring myself to, and anyway, the bell had rung.
Before I could get to history, Mychal intercepted me. “Hey, how’s it going?” he asked. “I’m okay, you?”
“Daisy and I broke up.” “I heard.” “I’m kinda devastated.” “Sorry.”
“And she isn’t even upset about it, which just makes me feel pathetic. She thinks I should get over it,
but everything reminds me of her, Holmesy, and seeing her ignore me, not show up to lunch, all that—can you, um, talk to her for me?”
Right then, I spotted Daisy halfway down the crowded hallway, her head down.
“Daisy!” I shouted. She kept walking, so I yelled again, louder.
She looked up and picked her way toward us through the crowd. I pulled her and Mychal together.
“Both of you can talk to me about each other, but you can’t talk to each other about each other.
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