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hole in it. I already know Damian wants this—Stella told me, after all—but my own mother? “Nola, Cesca, and I have been planning on going to USC together since junior high.” I stop pacing long enough to throw my hands in the air. “How can you ask me to just throw all those years of planning—not to mention my friendships—away?” I resume pacing, my mind racing just as fast. “I’m not asking you to do anything more than think about it,” she says calmly. I hate it when she does the whole calm-Mom-therapy thing on me. It makes me so mad I do things I might regret. “It’s bad enough you marry a complete stranger,” I shout, “and you make me move halfway around the world without telling me I’ll be going to school with a bunch of kids with superpowers who can zap me whenever they want. But now, now after all this, you want me to stay even longer than absolutely necessary? This is all his idea, isn’t it?” “Of course not,” she says, sounding all defensive. “He may be my husband, but I am still your mother.” “Then why?” I demand. “Why this? Why now?” “Because if you are—” She stops mid-sentence. Standing up slowly, she says, “All I ask is that you think about it.” Aargh! She can’t even come up with a bogus excuse. “Fine,” I spit out as she walks to my door. “I’ll think about it—and every time I do I’ll think about how much I hate you.” Without another word she walks out, closing the door quietly behind her. Not satisfied, I march over to the door, pull it open wide, and sling it shut with a powerful slam. 178
Somehow that’s more appropriate for the end of my relationship with my mother. Before the echo dies down I burst into tears. I don’t even have Cesca and Nola’s shoulders to cry on. How could my life possibly get any worse? 179
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Somehow that’s more appropriate for the end of my relationship<br />
with my mother.<br />
Before the echo dies down I burst into tears.<br />
I don’t even have Cesca and Nola’s shoulders to cry on.<br />
How could my life possibly get any worse?<br />
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