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OWTSYD<br />
THE UNIVERSE AND my subconscious may be conspiring against me. I’m in the den<br />
playing Fonetik with my mom. So far in tonight’s game I’ve gotten tiles to play OWTSYD,<br />
FRIDUM, and SEEKRITS. That last one nets me a bonus for using all seven letters. She<br />
frowns down at the board and I think she’s going to challenge my word, but she doesn’t.<br />
She tallies the score and, for the first time ever, I’m actually winning. I’m ahead of her by<br />
seven points.<br />
I look down at the score and then back at her. “Are you sure you did that right?” I ask. I<br />
don’t want to beat her on top of everything else.<br />
I tally the score to find that she’s right.<br />
Her eyes are on my face, but I keep staring at the scorecard. She’s been like this all<br />
night, watchful, as if I’m a puzzle to be worked out. Or maybe I’m being paranoid. Maybe<br />
it’s the guilt I feel for being so selfish, for wanting to be with Olly even now. Every<br />
moment I spend with him I learn something new. I become someone new.<br />
She takes the scorecard from my hands and lifts my chin so that I have to meet her<br />
eyes. “What’s going on, honey?”<br />
I’m about to lie to her when there’s a sudden high scream from outside. Another<br />
scream follows and then indistinct yelling and a loud slam. We both spin to stare at the<br />
window. I start to rise, but my mom presses down on my shoulder, shakes her head. I let<br />
her hold me in place, but another scream of “STOP” has both of us running to the<br />
window.<br />
The three of them—Olly, his mom, and his dad—are on the porch. Their bodies form a<br />
triangle of misery, fear, and anger. Olly’s in fighter stance, fists clenched, feet planted<br />
wide and firm. Even from here I can see veins bulging to the surface of his arms, his face.<br />
His mom takes a step toward Olly, but he says something to her that makes her retreat.<br />
Olly and his dad face off. His dad is holding a drink in his right hand. He doesn’t take<br />
his eyes off Olly as he lifts and finishes it with deep gulps. He holds the empty glass out<br />
for Olly’s mom to take. She starts to move, but, again, Olly says something to stop her.<br />
His dad turns to look at her then, his hand still rigidly holding the glass. For a moment I<br />
think that maybe she won’t go to him.<br />
But her defiance doesn’t last. She takes a step toward him. He grabs at her, all anger<br />
and menace. But Olly’s suddenly right there in between them. He swats his dad’s arm<br />
away and pushes his mom off to the side.<br />
Even angrier now, his dad lunges again. Olly shoves him backward. He bangs into the<br />
wall, but doesn’t fall.<br />
Olly begins dancing lightly on his feet, shaking out his arms and wrists like a boxer