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A TALE OF TWO MADDYS<br />

“YOUR MOTHER WANTS to know if I’ve noticed anything different about you lately,”<br />

says Carla from across the living room.<br />

I’m watching the first Mission: Impossible movie with Tom Cruise. He plays a<br />

superspy, Ethan Hunt, who leads a double, sometimes triple, and sometimes quadruple<br />

life. It’s toward the end and Ethan has just unmasked himself, literally, to catch the bad<br />

guys.<br />

Carla repeats herself, louder this time.<br />

“And have you?” I ask as Ethan is pulling off his incredibly realistic mask to reveal his<br />

true face. I tilt my head to one side for a better perspective.<br />

Carla grabs the remote from my hand and hits pause. She tosses the remote into the<br />

corner of the couch.<br />

“What’s wrong?” I ask, feeling guilty for ignoring her.<br />

“It’s you. And that boy.”<br />

“What do you mean?”<br />

She sighs and sits. “I knew it was a mistake letting you two see each other.”<br />

She has my full attention now. “What did my mom say?”<br />

“Did you cancel a movie night with her?”<br />

I knew I shouldn’t have done it. She looked so hurt and disappointed, but I didn’t want<br />

to wait until after nine to IM with Olly. I can’t get enough of talking to him. I’m<br />

overflowing with words. I’ll never come to the end of all the things I want to say to him.<br />

“And she says you’re distracted all the time. And you ordered a lot of clothes. And<br />

shoes. And she almost beat you at some game that you always win.”<br />

Oh.<br />

“Does she suspect?”<br />

“That’s all you’re worrying about? Listen to what I’m telling you. Your mother is<br />

missing you. She’s lonely without you. You should’ve seen her face when she was asking<br />

me.”<br />

“I just—”<br />

“No,” she says, holding a hand up. “You can’t see him anymore.” She picks up the<br />

discarded remote and clutches it in her hands, looking anywhere but at me.<br />

Panic sends my heart racing. “Carla, please. Please don’t take him away from me.”<br />

“He’s not yours!”<br />

“I know—”<br />

“No, you don’t know. He’s not yours. Maybe he has time for you right now, but he’s

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