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Jeff Bardugo? A lot of people could be throwing their hat in the ring. The cat heads were kind of funny. But overall it is not. Oh no no no no. Please, no. Everything happens at once. Vasquez, the junior class advisor, is trying to grab the mic back from Peter, but Peter manages to maintain control of it.

People are cheering and laughing. The assembly breaks up then, and everyone starts filing out the doors, but I stay low in my seat.

Chris comes and finds me, face alight. She grabs me by the shoulders. He freaking dropped the F bomb twice! A video of me and Peter hot and heavy was just on the projector screen, and everyone saw. Vasquez, seventy-year-old Mr.

The only passionate kiss of my life and everybody saw. Chris shakes my shoulders. Like, I hate to give him credit, but that was an act of chivalry. No guy has ever set the record straight for me. Duvall, of what she said before. Meet me at my car! I race to the parking lot, where Peter is in his car waiting for me with the heat on. I just got released from prison. Are you suspended? I sweet-talked my way out of it. Principal Lochlan loves me. If it had been anybody else. He pulls me to his side.

Peter loves attention, and I hate to be another girl who gives it to him, but he makes it really hard sometimes. Besides, it was kind of romantic. He plants a kiss on my cheek, nuzzles against my face. I beg off the lacrosse party I was supposed to go to with Peter tonight. It is an activity that requires very little from you—you just follow the directions, and then at the end you have created something. From ingredients to an actual dessert. Poof, deliciousness. I push the window up.

What are you doing here? He buries his head in my stomach like a little boy. I sink down on the bed next to him and put my head on his shoulder. I hope the minutes go slow. He slides his arm around me, safe and secure. This is brand-new. I shove him in the shoulder. He snuggles his chin into the hollow between my neck and my shoulder. I want to close my eyes but I keep them trained on my clock.

At the fifteen-minute mark, I sit up so fast he jumps. I clap him on the shoulder. She shrugs. The residents have figured out Netflix. Like, more special? Just simple little touches will make all the difference. Like we could make a jacket mandatory for the men. Janette is thinking this all sounds like too much trouble, I can tell. That would make it feel even more special.

Build the anticipation and then really do it right. Leave it all to me. Before I can remind her of this, she goes on. I fucking hate those groupies. Like a band? Oh my God, I would be so good at being a groupie for an actual, important band. Like being a muse, you know? Hey, do you want to drive to DC tomorrow night and see this band Felt Tip?

A, my dad would never let me go to DC on a school night.

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C, I have a feeling Felt Tip is not my kind of music. Is it my kind of music? We settle onto the floor and get down to the business of manis. Chris grabs one of my gold nail pens and starts painting tiny stars on her thumbnail. Who are you talking to here? What if we started doing manicures at Belleview? The residents would love that. You could think of it like community service but not mandatory. Out of the goodness of your heart. Their hands get really gnarled.

Toes, too. The nails get thick and. Get your booty in here! I was in the middle of something. Chris counts with her fingers. Then she sighs a wistful sigh. I would be amazing at bossing her around.

Kitty used to look up to Genevieve, too. She was sort of in awe of her. Everything all right? Chris peers at me. Are you still stressing over your sex tape? Lucky me! The kind who breaks hearts and the kind who gets her heart broken. One guess as to which kind of girl Stormy is.

I have several piles going. I think she forgot to pencil them in today. I mull this over. Drive-in on Friday with Burt and cotillion with Sam on Saturday. We kept our options open. Otherwise what was the point in ending all the fun? A glint in his eye. About your age. She taps her red fingernail on the picture. We all called him Walt.

He was a real charmer. It was quite the scandale. I got to ride home in a police car in nothing but a blanket. Then I tell her about the hot tub, and the video, and all the fallout. I have to explain to her what a meme is. A girl with a reputation is so much more interesting than a Goody Two-shoes. The Internet is forever. And also, I kind of am a Goody Two-shoes. I mean, really, every Friday night at a nursing home!

Excuse my French, darling. My son Stanley is a frightful bore. Not that I had any say in it. My mother-in-law insisted we name him after her dead husband. Good Lord, she was a crone.

You and I, we have that in common. I was hoping you were getting into trouble. Sounds like I was right. We could use some fresh blood around here.

Give the place a jolt. Is he handsome? Stormy claps her hands together. Give me advance notice, though, so I look my absolute best. Who else have you got waiting in the wings? I told you, I have a boyfriend. I open my mouth to say no thank you, but she waves me off with a shh. Or Stormy Weather. Picture it, Lara Jean. You in a tuxedo. Me in a slinky red dress draped over the piano. Morales a heart attack. Maybe just a tremor. Kennedy died.

I was baking a pineapple upside-down cake for my bridge club. I put it in the oven and then I saw the news and I forgot all about the cake and nearly burned the house down. We had to have the kitchen repainted because of all the soot. A prince. You know, I flirted with a Kennedy once at an airport. He sidled up to me at the bar and bought me a very dry gin martini. Airports used to be so very much more glamorous.

People got dressed up to travel. He had the Kennedy chin, anyway. Stormy and her escapades. Just make sure you get the rings and not the chunks. I try to nod in a diplomatic way, but Stormy is onto me. Get me some Tylenol PM, would you? Covertly, I throw the banana in the trash. Is there anywhere else it could be? I want a cocktail. Morales, who I think has a crush on Stormy. Or Alicia. Very romantic. Did you ever meet Hemingway?

With my black felt tip calligraphy pen, she writes descriptions in Japanese underneath each picture. Alicia smiles.

Alicia never left his side. I quickly go over to the speakers and turn up the volume to lighten the mood. Stormy points at me with her hot-pink manicured nail. He visits with me every Sunday. Margot, probably. Where does that leave me, the middle Song girl? I wish I could know for sure. Margot might. But if, say, they were both drowning and I could only throw one a life jacket, it would probably have to be Kitty.

Margot would never forgive me otherwise. I have bags of cookie dough in the freezer, frozen into perfect cylindrical balls so that when any of us gets a taste for cookies, we can have them in twenty minutes flat. We are at Starbucks doing homework after school.

I dump two raw sugar packets into my plastic cup and stir it all up with my straw. I take a long sip, and sugar granules crunch satisfyingly against my teeth. Like one night Burt might take you to a drive-in movie, and the next night Walter might take you to a sock hop or something.

It was on TV last night. Never mind. So do you want to go on dates with other guys? I just.

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I think it would be cool to bring back casual dating. You said yourself how you hated how serious it got with Genevieve. I want to still be friends no matter what. What did I say? No girl wants to hear what he just said.

No girl. Are you mad? I hesitate. The clouds in his face clear away instantly, and he is sunny and bright again. He gulps at his tea. You just get it. He leaves a little earlier for school now, comes home a little later. He never reached out to me when all the video stuff happened either, though part of me was relieved for that. I back out my driveway, and at the last second I open the window and lean toward it.

His eyes widen in surprise. You only know you can do something if you keep on doing it. Just tell me so I have a general idea. But you and Margot have been broken up less than a month. She decided she wanted to get back together three weeks ago, and I said no. Was it just the distance? The biggest know-it-all I ever met, besides my sister.

He really is. Who is she talking to? Not Peter. Her friends Emily and Judith burst out the doors then, and she abruptly hangs up. They exchange a look. Are you waiting for Kavinsky? Why did I nod?

What is wrong with me? He slides onto the bench beside me and slings his arm around my shoulders. Peter yelps and jumps away from me. I let him download me a hot chocolate and I even share it with him. I take off my headphones and pick it up. What about you? I just called to say good night. I guess I never thought of it.

Do you want me to? You put it in the contract. You said that Genevieve insisted that she be your last call every night, and it was annoying. Also, why is your memory so good? You remember everything. Someone from the hospital, probably. Whoever it is, this sounds like a good thing. As soon as he leaves, I turn to Kitty, who is lying on the couch watching TV and licking the sour off sour gummies.

Jamie lies asleep next to her. Would you be okay with that? So you can quit making your concerned-big-sister face at me, all right? I change the subject. With spikes. A treadmill. Scratch the treadmill. I also want night-vision goggles. A tartan kilt. What else. Loch Ness monster paraphernalia. A Loch Ness T-shirt.

Maybe a glow-in-the-dark poster. I went to the symphony with my colleague Marjorie. Any interest, Lara Jean? I make myself a stack of snickerdoodles, and I run up to my room and sit down at my desk. I start drafting a profile. I start going through the photos of him on my computer. There are hardly any of him alone. I finally settle on two, which I bookmark: The dim dining room light makes him look hardly wrinkled at all, just some crinkles around the eyes.

Which reminds me: I should get on him about wearing sunscreen every day. I make a note of it in my Reminders. Daddy is only in his early forties. We got out all the paints and craft supplies, and Grandma got annoyed because there was a big mess to clean in the kitchen, colors dripping all over the floor, handprints everywhere.

We have a picture of Mommy standing underneath the sign holding Kitty that very first day, eyes tired but bright. For breakfast I make her a muenster-cheese omelet. With a ketchup bottle I squeeze out a cat face with a heart around it. I take out the paper hats and put one on my head, jauntily to the side. A Brie sandwich and chips, plus a red velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting. Kitty delights in the place settings and in her cat face omelet.

I glance at the clock. Waiting for us on the street in front of his car is Peter with a bouquet of cellophane-wrapped pink carnations. Hurry and get in the car. Gallantly, he opens the door for her. He shuts it and turns and winks at me. He calls it the house specialty. Usually a potato in some form as the side.

Kitty is in charge of setting the table and putting out the condiments: Chutney for Margot if she were here. We both look at Daddy, who is checking on the chicken. Well, I know she liked balsamic vinegar. A lot. A lot a lot. Avocados, with butter on toast, tomatoes, steak. Facts about M. Kitty springs into action. She comes back with Ms.

Rothschild from across the street. Her mahogany brown hair is half up, half down. Rothschild lets out an awkward laugh. Kitty invited me when she was over with Jamie today.

Rothschild says, giving her a look, which Kitty pretends not to see. Rothschild sticks her knee out and Jamie settles down immediately.

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Daddy and I exchange an impressed look. Clearly Jamie needs to continue under Ms. All of that does sound good. Plus she lives across the street, which is convenient. Rothschild watches documentaries? He can watch them with you or Margot. The important thing is chemistry. Personally, I like the thigh. When Ms. I make note of the way Ms. I also appreciate the way she goes wild for my snickerdoodles. I threw some frozen ones in the oven when Daddy put the coffee on.

I know my strengths, and baking is not one of them. She only shows up for the fun parts, the decorating and eating. I sneak a look at Daddy, who is placidly sipping his coffee. I sigh. We all do the washing up and wrapping up of leftovers together, and it feels very natural. Without anyone telling her, Ms. Rothschild knows to hand-wash the wineglasses and not put them in the dishwasher, and on the first try she finds the aluminum foil and plastic wrap drawer.

I think I could see her fitting in with us pretty seamlessly. And, as I said, she does live across the street, which is convenient. Proximity makes the heart grow fonder.

As soon as Ms. She has Jamie Fox-Pickle in her arms. I mean, did you think he seemed interested? Daddy hates that. You think so? She seems pretty nice. Remember how she and her ex-husband used to get into those screaming matches in their yard? He needs to be with someone mature, someone with wisdom in her eyes. A grandma? If so, I know a few from Belleview I could set him up with.

She should be sophisticated, but also enjoy nature and hiking and that kind of thing. Keep him active, physically and mentally. If Ms. And at Thanksgiving, Grandma was bugging him about dating more. Gogo, I hate to think of him being lonely. Rothschild plays out? Does that mean she dresses too young or I dress too old?

Red tartan, maybe with a big safety pin button? Actually, the four of us.

He can put his money where his mouth is. I met a cute boy. Does he have a posh accent? We both giggle. Wish me luck. I like seeing Margot like this, so light and happy and unserious. Point one for Kitty. You needed my little push. You know you did it out of spite. The neck is my weak spot, which everyone in my family knows.

I fall to my knees, laughing so hard it hurts. My first impulse is to say no, but maybe we would have kept going down different paths and converged at some other fork in the road. She was the only one to show up for Scrapbooking to the Oldies today, so we moved it over to her apartment.

All the better. I like him in sweaters. I get the urge to cuddle and pet him like a stuffed animal. Stormy looks at it closely. My grandson looks like a young Robert Redford. Any other grandmother at Belleview would already have a picture of her beloved grandson on display. Framed, above the TV or on the mantel. Not Stormy. The only pictures she has framed are pictures of herself. It's a touching and emotional story about the long road of healing and finding yourself again after losing a loved one.

I will definitely recommend this book to anyone who loves to read chick-lit. And if it were, they wouldn't be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you never experience downs? I Love You'. Two of her books have been adapted into movies and over 25 million of her books have been sold worldwide.

She has published several novels and contributed many short stories to various anthologies. Yes, my husband wanted to leave. And it's so much easier being abandoned by choice, is it?

I've had my say. I won't say anymore. So where's he sending you? Get the bags. Know what? If that's an indication of how this trip's gonna be, I won't have it. Is that her bag? Don't take it in. Make sure my baby has a good time. Make sure you and John do everything you wanna do And make sure my baby does things. He's been wanting to get me on a lake since forever. He will never let me forget my bachelorette party. Joey the Pony Boy. Tony, I remember him.

I bet I have a letter too. Where would he hide one for me? There's beautiful music to be heard, beautiful people to be around. And Denise, you're going to heaven for being my baby's friend. I'm making all the arrangements up here for you. Got a few hot men lined up.

I hear Ben Franklin's hung like a racehorse. Love you. He didn't leave me a letter. Well, probably didn't love you Oh my God, look at that. Look at that! Please let me download him as a souvenir. How long has it been? How long has what been? Oh, yeah. You just heard him. Say how much you like it, flatter him. We don't have those in the States.

Go, go. We don't make those. Do it for us. Where'd she go? Go ahead! I'm an old married widow.

Oh, you've got much better stuff than those tarts. You're experienced. You're American. You got foreign exotic stuff going There's nothing exotic about being an American. No, no, no! You're gonna do what we say.

I'm gonna hurt you. I'll pull your hair. You look hot. Put your shoulders back. Puff your hair a little. Do it! I just wanted to say I really loved your music. You're beautiful. I mean Your music is beautiful. And what brings you to Ireland? Oh, well, with my girlfriends.

Good to have you here. Will you stay and have a listen? It's an American song about a local girl. I think you'll like it. So I'll see you after, then? Okay, sure. This is an American song dedicated to Holly. I hope you enjoy it. I won it in a bet. We were halfway there When the rain came down Of a day L- ay-I-ay And she asked me up to her flat downtown Of a fine soft day I-ay And I ask you, friend What's a fella to do 'Cause her hair was black And her eyes were blue Enough of this.

Why does he want me to remember all these things that make it harder? It's cruel. I don't know, baby. But I don't think he means to be cruel. What does he mean? Come on, let's go. We're taking you back. I left without saying anything. He must think I'm an idiot. Well, you're an American. They expect us to be idiots. Don't push her. If she's not ready, she's not ready.

Although if memory serves me correctly, Holly Well, I'm really mad at Gerry. Maybe that's why he did it. You have to stop wanting him at some point. Holly, grab the pole! I am, I am. Take it out. You're not holding the ball. Turn the knobby thing! Just watch it! Do you wanna get the fish? I'm trying. My nails are wet!

Guys, I lost What happened to our oars? I hate cosmetics companies.

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They get you addicted to the perfect lipstick or nail polish You have to download your favorite colors like you're storing up for the apocalypse. That was my last bottle of this. I think that one of us should swim ashore Okay, no, that's good.

I inhaled all these toxins? You're acting like babies! Shut up! Maybe we'll eventually drift towards the shore. What shore? That could take months. Better not take more than nine or else there'll be another person on this boat.

I wasn't gonna say anything until we got back. I'm having a baby. A baby? Sharon, wow. I know, I know. Oh, thank God. You can still be in my wedding. I'm getting married. Tom proposed, I said yes No, I mean, it's just This is just a lot of information to get in one boat.

Oh, baby, I'm sorry. This is your trip. But, you know, we might die here, so I'm not going down as a spinster. What, are you kidding me? Who's the cook? Denise is getting married. Isn't that great? Sharon's pregnant. Congratulations to both of you. Thank you. The food was great.

I don't think I came up for air once. You know, it got a lot darker while I was busy. Yeah, it gets dark at night You work on the lake? Two days a week. Kind of a patrolman. Although, I gotta say, first time I ever had to save anyone. I feel really badly about you having to drive all the way back this late. In this rain, forget it. Feel free to stay till morning. Yeah, we have a pull-out couch. A bed that pulls out. It is a long drive.

There's one downstairs, it's fantastic. I'll get you some linens and towels.

I'll show you. Take your wine What, are you crazy? He's staying the whole night. He's gonna be here all night long, all night long. He's gonna be here all night. You have to get pregnant immediately. We can have kids together. How cute is that? I mean, how cute is that? I don't know, I have this weird feeling.

I feel like there's a boy inside of me. Oh, Jesus! Oh, sorry. I thought you were upstairs. I need to just get my clothes. I'll get out of your way. Sorry about that. Would you like a drink? Should I just lick it off the counter, then? Sorry, no It's been a long time since I've seen a man that naked. I mean, you have a How about that drink?

The last time a guy said that he followed it up with, "But I don't date year-olds. Oh, I can't do this, I'm sorry. It's not you. Look at me, I'm shaking. I don't know how to do this. Don't even know if I want to, I haven't been held in Oh, never mind. I'm just screwed up. I'm trouble. I don't mean "cool Pulp Fiction" trouble I mean "mental case wacko" trouble. I'm out of my league here.

I mean, I haven't had a new man in over 10 years. I had this old one. I mean, he wasn't old. He was just old to me because I had him so often. He was my husband, but he died.

Kissing him like that, I'm not surprised, poor lad. No, it's not gonna work. I feel like I'm trying on a new pair of shoes I really wanna download, but they just don't fit. All right then, how about going barefoot for a while? There's no man, alive or dead, who's gonna fault you for living. You're very sweet. He was a good man, I reckon, your man who died.

Could you drive me to Enniskerry in the morning? You got friends there? Sort of. I should see them. What's their name? Maybe I know them. The Kennedys. Not Rose and Martin? You know them? You're not Gerry's Holly? You're the girl from the pub that night. I was in Gerry's band. Not Billy It's all right. Me and Gerry, we shared everything together. Oh, no, no, no, I didn't mean it like that. What I meant was, you know, he wouldn't have a problem Well, he might have a problem but, you know Come back to bed.

Now, let's Let's talk. I heard he died. Tumor, was it? You know, Gerry and I, we We hadn't seen each other in a long, long while. It's sad when that happens to best friends, isn't it?

He was a wonderful lad. It's all right, you know. It's okay. You know, these things Not very often Would you like me to tell you some stories about me and Gerry? I've got plenty. Okay, here you go. Come on, sit back. You know, he was He was my very, very best mate. Starting back when we were terrors running about at 5 and 6. Oh, he made me laugh.

There was this time, I don't remember how old we were We jumped on a train We received those packages you sent. Come in. Look who it is. Oh, well, look at that. Come here, dear. So nice to see you. He was always one for writing. Wasn't he? Should've gone professional. He did it for the love of it, Martin. Now, where is it? Oh, here it is. Suppose he did. It's not really a fort, it's just a stone wall. He used to call it that when he was little. He goes on about other things He hadn't much strength in the end though, did he?

Makes me sick to think we weren't there when he died But you could hardly walk just after your operation. Maybe you'll come and visit us a bit more now that he's gone, eh? Martin, don't put that on her. You're under no obligation. It's not like we're blood family. I'd like to come visit. And I'm sorry we didn't in the past. I just thought you were angry with me for taking Gerry away. No, I don't blame you. You know, my mother, she never quite got over the idea either.

Yeah, well, you were both so young. And it happened too fast. But Gerry loved you. I saw that. To my Galway Girl: You're an angel for seeing my folks.

I told you my mom didn't hate your guts. Well, you know, anymore. You are now standing in my fort where I did all my big thinking. This is where I stood thinking about you after the very first time we met. You didn't look real to me at first.

I never saw so many colors on one girl before You and all your colors. Do you remember the first thing you ever said to me? I'm lost. Oh, you didn't look lost, not to me. So, what are you looking for out here?

Wicklow Mountains National Park? Wicklow Mountains National Park. Tell me, how long you been walking for? A few hours. Well, you've probably been in the national park for a few hours, then. This is a park? It's so cold!

The paper said it was gonna be warm. It is warm. I know you're lost, but you do know you're in Ireland, don't you? Well, I better head back. You're kidding? Would I lie to you? You're grand. But you're going the wrong way, you know. That way? I think you quite enjoy this getting lost, don't you? You know, actually, I don't mind so much, not here. So how did you come to be here? Oh, on my way home, college trip. We started in Greece. Jesus, that's a long walk. That's a bad joke. What are you studying?

I don't know yet. That's great. Do you make anything or? Well, good luck with that. Would you mind if we walked together since we're going in the same direction? I'll stay on this side of the road. Don't even have to talk. Just quite nice, sometimes walking along with someone without talking At first, the no-talking thing didn't last. Before long, I couldn't get you to shut up. But you were so cute, trying to impress me with William Blake and all your grand plans.

I had no idea what you were talking about Wait, "I will not I will not reason or compare. My business is to create Oh, God. No, it's William Blake, but I completely screwed it up. No, you didn't, you made it better. I understood it. I didn't have a clue, actually. All I know is, if you don't figure out the "something," you'll just stay ordinary. And it doesn't matter if it's a work of art, or a taco, or a pair of socks. Just create something new and there it is. And it's you, out in the world, outside of you.

And you can look at it, or hear it, or read it, or feel it A little bit more than anybody else does. Does that make any sense at all?I should have. Well, if you need any help with that, let me know.

I hope so. It's slightly dirty. Her friends annoyed me.

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