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“OKAY,” I SAY TO AUNT MARTY. “HERE’S THE THING.” And it all comes tumbling out. First, I explain, falling in love with Perry Gould was so not in my plans. I’d imagined my first love to be someone from somewhere else. He would bump into me at Dover Mall. Literally. I’d be walking with Celeste and Frankie, giggling (make that laughing luxuriously with my head tilted 62
ack). He’d round a corner, wearing dark glasses indoors, and we would collide. “S’cuse me,” the boy would mutter, and keep walking. But a few steps later, I’d turn around and see that he’d turned around, too. He’d be watching me, his sunglasses low on his nose. I’d slightly raise one eyebrow and keep going. At the food court, in the Ranch One line, he would suddenly appear behind us. We’d wordlessly connect (who needs words when you have electricity?). Secretly, I’d feel glad he chose me over Celeste. For once, there’d be a cute guy who doesn’t even notice her. (He won’t be mean or anything; he’ll just only have eyes for me.) As for Frankie, well, she’s never admitted to liking any boy yet. Her fantasies revolve more around fat-free ice cream. Celeste would feel happy for me, but slightly jealous. Which can be done. I’ve felt both happy for—and jealous of—Celeste Serrano ever since we were in sixth grade, when she sat next to me in the cafeteria and asked, “How can you read while you eat?” I was stunned that this exotic Latina with long black hair, black eyes, and perfectly smooth, chocolate skin would sit next to freckly me. I’m not a nerd or anything. My red hair is unusual, which I like. When it’s not all frizzed out. My boobs are still nonexistent, but the rest of my body is okay. Except for my freckles, which make me crazy. They pop out all over the place when I, like, pass a window. I wear sunscreen all the 63
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- Page 23 and 24: MOM HAS HER FEET PROPPED UP ON OUR
- Page 25 and 26: Mom—her kinky reddish-gray curls
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- 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 and 52: “Who told you?” my mother asked
- Page 53 and 54: The last thing I saw were Aunt Mart
- 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: “We have company!” he exclaims.
- 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
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- 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
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- 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
- Page 103 and 104: “I want my daughter to be prepare
- Page 105 and 106: AUNT MARTY’S CAR SMELLS LIKE HER
- Page 107 and 108: loop of their relationship going. I
- Page 109 and 110: “I know.” Truth be told, it’s
- Page 111 and 112: sunscreen, and something I can’t
- Page 113 and 114: Only, when I see Frankie, she hands
- Page 115 and 116: IT’S THE SMELL OF CINNAMON AND BU
- Page 117 and 118: Aunt Marty beams. She races ahead,
- Page 119 and 120: Lilah impatiently asks, “What siz
“OKAY,” I SAY TO AUNT MARTY. “HERE’S THE THING.”<br />
And it all comes tumbling out.<br />
First, I explain, falling in love with Perry Gould was so<br />
not in my plans. I’d imagined my first love to be someone<br />
from somewhere else. He would bump into me at Dover<br />
Mall. Literally. I’d be walking with Celeste and Frankie, giggling<br />
(make that laughing luxuriously with my head tilted<br />
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