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"You're being way too hard on yourself." He rubbed her stomach reassuringly. "It's all
going to work out, you'll see. You tell the truth, you take care of yourself, and everything
will work out okay."
"You promise?" She looked over at him, and absurdly, she realized she really wanted to
hear him promise her. If he said it, it would be true. He had never lied to her, ever.
"Absolutely, yes. You have my word." He kissed her on the cheek. "There's a happy
ending for you, too, Jen."
***
Pacey bent over the book and squinted. "'Find the standard deviation of the values in
problem 12-2,'" he read aloud. "I can do that." He scratched his head. "I can do it, I can
do it." He was pulling the formula from the recesses of his brain when there was a knock
at the door of his bedroom. "Yeah, it's open, what?"
Gretchen came in, holding an overburdened tray of food. "I thought I would offer you a
little sustenance in your time of need." She held out a bunch of grapes. "Here, have
some fruit. It's good for you."
"Fruit? Didn't you bring me some Oreos or some Fritos or something?" He surveyed the
tray, which was loaded down with her usual selection of whole-wheat crackers, fresh
vegetables, and a dip he suspected was made from tofu. "I love you, big sister, but this
is the worst attempt at a study break I have ever seen."
She set it down on the end table beside his bed. "Oh, all right, I give." She went out in
the hallway and returned with a bag of Doritos and a box of Thin Mints. "These are the
last Girl Scout cookies I had in the freezer, so enjoy them while you can."
He grinned. "That's more like it." He took a cookie from the box and bit into it heartily.
"I'm not much for group activities," he said through a mouthful of chocolate, "but this Girl
Scout thing, I'm in favor of."
She looked at the frustrated scribbles on the pad of paper he had been working on.
"You get so stressed out when you study now, I can't believe you even made it through
high school."
"Well, you have to remember," he said, brushing a crumb off his book, "I usually had the
help and support of one of the many women in my life, particularly Joey, who singlehandedly
made sure I graduated on time and therefore single-handedly made sure I
could go to college, where I am now desperately attempting to maintain my B average."
"Harder without your own personal cheerleading squad, huh?"
"You know, it's weird." He put his pen down. "You'd think it would be, but I kinda like it.
Makes me feel like an intellectual. I'm tellin' you, I'm a pair of glasses and a pocket
protector away from being at the top of my class."