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To: Madeline F. Whittier <br />
Subject: (no subject)<br />
Please don’t worry, Mom. And please don’t come here. I’m really OK and it’s my life too. I love you. I’ll see you soon.<br />
I hit send and hand the phone back to Zach. He pockets it and stares at me.<br />
“So you really bought pills off the Internet?” he asks.<br />
I’m still so shaken up from my mom’s e-mails and worrying that Olly and I don’t have<br />
enough time for each other that I’m not prepared to hear my lie coming out of his mouth.<br />
I do exactly what you’re not supposed to do when lying to someone: I don’t meet his eyes.<br />
I fidget and blush.<br />
I open my mouth to explain, but no explanation comes.<br />
He’s already guessed the truth by the time I finally meet his eyes.<br />
“Are you going to tell him?” I ask.<br />
“No. I’ve been lying about myself for so long. I know what it’s like.”<br />
Relief washes over me. “Thank you,” I say.<br />
He just nods.<br />
“What would happen if you told your parents?” I ask.<br />
His answer is immediate. “They’d try to make me choose. And I wouldn’t choose them.<br />
This way, everybody wins.”<br />
He leans back in his chair and strums. “All apologies to the Rolling Stones, but my first<br />
album’s going to be called Between Rock and Roll and a Hard Place. What do you think?”<br />
I laugh. “That’s terrible.”<br />
He grows serious again. “Maybe growing up means disappointing the people we love.”<br />
It’s not a question and, anyway, I don’t have an answer.<br />
I turn my head and watch Olly as he walks back toward us.<br />
“Doing OK?” he asks before kissing my forehead and then my nose and then my lips.<br />
I decide not to bring up my mom’s impending visit. We’ll just make the most of the<br />
time we have.<br />
“I’ve never felt better in my life,” I say. I’m grateful at least that I don’t have to lie about<br />
this.