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“I’m sorry, Martha, we can’t,” Mom said. “Yes we can!” I protested. “No,” Mom said, her face so set it looked like it was carved out of a block of wood, “we can’t.” I couldn’t decide whether to cry or scream. So I just stood there, in my aunt’s gorgeous dining room, a simmering volcano. Grabbing my suitcase, Mom made a beeline for the elevator and pressed the button a thousand times. Aunt Marty made a beeline for me. “We’ll have to see each other another time,” she said gently, taking both of my hands in hers. “It’s not fair,” I said. She sighed. “It is what it is.” With that, my aunt led me to the elevator. The doors opened the moment we got there. A doorman was inside. He took my suitcase and held the doors open for my mother and me. “Thank you, Martha,” Mom said coolly, stepping inside. I tried to say “thank you,” too, but the words were all choked in my throat. So I threw my arms around my aunt and hugged her tight, as if everything I wanted to say could be squeezed into her. “C’mon, Ruthie,” Mom said, as she yanked me into the elevator. 44
The last thing I saw were Aunt Marty’s teary eyes and the bright sunlight behind her, shining like a halo. The car ride back to Odessa felt like it lasted a week. I refused to speak a single word. My jaw throbbed from being shut so tightly. Finally, as we crossed the Delaware Bridge, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Why?” I demanded. “Why what?” Mom said. “Why did we have to leave? Why won’t you let Aunt Marty be my aunt?” Mom sighed. “She is your aunt.” “What happened last night? Why don’t we ever visit New York? Why doesn’t Aunt Marty ever visit us?” My mother’s eyes looked weary. She seemed to shrink behind the steering wheel. “When you’re old enough to hear the truth, I’ll tell you.” My eyes bugged out of my head. “I’m eleven!” “You’re not ready,” Mom said. “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not.” “Yes. I. Am.” Arms crossed, I was prepared to go on all day. Mom put her blinker on. There was a rest stop off the turnpike ahead. She pulled over, turned the ignition off, and faced me. 45
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Page 6 and 7: 15 IF AUNT MARTY WEREN’T SMACK IN
Page 9 and 10: SHE WALKS INTO CLASS TEN MINUTES AF
Page 11 and 12: “DUCK.” That’s the first word
Page 13 and 14: “Wasn’t the president’s daugh
Page 15 and 16: “If it isn’t P. Nerdy in his ga
Page 17 and 18: IT WAS DELICIOUSLY WARM OUT, ONE OF
Page 19 and 20: The two of us were trapped in a mat
Page 21 and 22: you see all four of them? They’re
Page 23 and 24: MOM HAS HER FEET PROPPED UP ON OUR
Page 25 and 26: Mom—her kinky reddish-gray curls
Page 27 and 28: ping powerhouse, Odessa, Delaware,
Page 29 and 30: when I’m in love with a boy who h
Page 31 and 32: four, but it felt like forty. We le
Page 33 and 34: a giant looping ramp. Suddenly, I s
Page 35 and 36: and Destruction” lectures. “Eve
Page 37 and 38: Before I could figure out what to s
Page 39 and 40: I laughed, too. Tried to look as ca
Page 41 and 42: “Do you have these in red?” she
Page 43 and 44: what everyone else did. “These cr
Page 45 and 46: sure they’d been ironed. Everythi
Page 47 and 48: in front of other males, about not
Page 49 and 50: “WE CAME ALL THIS WAY FOR A DAY ?
Page 51: “Who told you?” my mother asked
Page 55 and 56: Far back in the corner of my closet
Page 57 and 58: emember it. Like the soft, warm com
Page 59 and 60: asking Aunt Marty for advice about
Page 61 and 62: un both hands down the front of her
Page 63 and 64: Mom is speechless. Her hair is a kn
Page 65 and 66: She slams the freezer door shut in
Page 67 and 68: WE’RE TOO LATE. BY THE TIME I BRI
Page 69 and 70: “We have company!” he exclaims.
Page 71 and 72: ack). He’d round a corner, wearin
Page 73 and 74: I’d say, “Sure,” without worr
Page 75 and 76: I wiggle my freshly painted toenail
Page 77 and 78: “Thanks,” I say, calling after
Page 79 and 80: But—and this is a humongous but
Page 81 and 82: Arthur turned into a puppy. I kept
Page 83 and 84: IF AUNT MARTY WEREN’T SMACK IN TH
Page 85 and 86: the wall that separates the living
Page 87 and 88: about your birth.” “What have y
Page 89 and 90: “She was the only member of my fa
Page 91 and 92: Quietly, she repeats, “There is o
Page 93 and 94: Swiveling, she turns her back on me
Page 95 and 96: corn. I want to bury my face in it
Page 97 and 98: “Check this out,” Perry says, s
Page 99 and 100: We sit. On the white couch. Like tw
Page 101 and 102: Aunt Marty steps back and watches o
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“I want my daughter to be prepare
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AUNT MARTY’S CAR SMELLS LIKE HER
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loop of their relationship going. I
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“I know.” Truth be told, it’s
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sunscreen, and something I can’t
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Only, when I see Frankie, she hands
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IT’S THE SMELL OF CINNAMON AND BU
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Aunt Marty beams. She races ahead,
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Lilah impatiently asks, “What siz
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“Nothing,” I say. “Good. Now
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Shop, the Gap, Tower Records, Banan
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Serrano is as excited to see Celest
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“A Cosmopolitan, please,” Aunt
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Celeste and Frankie excitedly bob t
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ultimate ego trip.” Caressing my
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oth heart and soul. Trust me. That
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“That’s why I’m here in Odess
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IT’S ABOUT NINE O’CLOCK WHEN WE
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fill my daughter’s head with garb
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“You don’t hate me, Fay. You ha
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My mother moves even closer to me,
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something in Wilmington, but the st
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I can barely breathe. “You busy S
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“Props?” “You know, setting s
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your nose, one eyebrow or the other
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“Tell your mother the truth.” M
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THROUGH THE BUS WINDOW, WE BOTH WAT
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“Let’s jam!” he shouts. The G
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scope out each mouth-watering possi
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“We’ll make it,” Perry says w
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appears on the pay line, an astrona
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“We can’t.” “We must!” I
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completely. My body jingles like a
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fantasies. The reality of it is . .
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that. Things are flying smoothly ag
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twenty minutes, then twenty-five. I
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the blood throbbing through my temp
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Aunt Marty brings my mother Little
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speaks to the coroner about Mr. Art
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emember most about Mr. Arthur. It d
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“Me?” At that moment, I realize
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of the talking.” Then she added,
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my head: For fourteen years, I’ve
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As I look at my mother standing the
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This year, three weeks after Mr. Ar
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last pool of syrup with my last for
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much smaller) head. “So do I.”
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WE HAVE ONE LAST FAMILY DINNER—TH
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makeup somehow remains perfect), Au
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in Dover Mall as often as Mom will
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“Hey,” he says to me, nodding a
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ETERNAL THANKS TO THE AMAZING Amand
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THE SERIOUS KISS PRETTY FACE
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Copyright PERFECT GIRL. Copyright
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