The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
“Melanoma. Put on some sunscreen.”“I will, Mom.” Olive smiled. “Can I eat first?”“Eat what? There’s nothing left. Oh, there’s some cornbread over there.”“Oh, cool. Pass it over.”“Don’t eat the corn bread, guys.” Jeremy’s head popped upbetween Olive and Anh. “Jess said that a pharmacology firstyearsneezed all over it. Where did Malcolm go?”“Parking— Holy. Shit.”Olive looked up from her perusal of the table, alarmed bythe urgency in Anh’s tone. “What?”“Just, holy shit.”“Yeah, what—”“Holy shit.”“You mentioned that already.”“Because—holy shit.”She glanced around, trying to figure out what was goingon. “What is— Oh, there’s Malcolm. Maybe he foundsomething to eat?”“Is that Carlsen?”Olive was already walking toward Malcolm to findsomething edible and skip the whole sunscreen nonsensealtogether, but when she heard Adam’s name, she stoppeddead in her tracks. Or maybe it wasn’t Adam’s name but theway Anh was saying it. “What? Where?”Jeremy pointed at the Ultimate Frisbee crowd. “That’s him,right? Shirtless?”“Holy shit,” Anh repeated, her vocabulary suddenly prettylimited, given her twentysomething years of education. “Is that
a six-pack?”Jeremy blinked. “Might even be an eight-pack.”“Are those his real shoulders?” Anh asked. “Did he haveshoulder-enhancement surgery?”“That must be how he used the MacArthur grant,” Jeremysaid. “I don’t think shoulders like that exist in nature.”“God, is that Carlsen’s chest?” Malcolm leaned his chinover Olive’s shoulder. “Was that thing under his shirt while hewas ripping my dissertation proposal a new one? Ol. Whydidn’t you say that he was shredded?”Olive just stood there, rooted to the ground, arms danglinguselessly at her sides. Because I didn’t know. Because I had noidea. Or maybe she had, a bit, from seeing him push that truckthe other day—though she’d been trying to suppress thatparticular mental image.“Unbelievable.” Anh pulled Olive’s hand toward herself,overturning it to squirt a healthy dose of lotion on her palm.“Here, put this on your shoulders. And your legs. And yourface, too—you’re probably at high risk for all sorts of skinstuff, Freckles McFreckleface. Jer, you too.”Olive nodded numbly and began to massage the sunscreeninto her arms and thighs. She breathed in the smell of coconutoil, trying hard not to think about Adam and about the fact thathe really did look like that. Mostly failing, but hey.“Are there actual studies?” Jeremy asked.“Mmm?” Anh was pulling her hair up in a bun.“On the link between freckles and skin cancer.”“I don’t know.”“Feels like there would be.”“True. I wanna know now.”
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“Melanoma. Put on some sunscreen.”
“I will, Mom.” Olive smiled. “Can I eat first?”
“Eat what? There’s nothing left. Oh, there’s some corn
bread over there.”
“Oh, cool. Pass it over.”
“Don’t eat the corn bread, guys.” Jeremy’s head popped up
between Olive and Anh. “Jess said that a pharmacology firstyear
sneezed all over it. Where did Malcolm go?”
“Parking— Holy. Shit.”
Olive looked up from her perusal of the table, alarmed by
the urgency in Anh’s tone. “What?”
“Just, holy shit.”
“Yeah, what—”
“Holy shit.”
“You mentioned that already.”
“Because—holy shit.”
She glanced around, trying to figure out what was going
on. “What is— Oh, there’s Malcolm. Maybe he found
something to eat?”
“Is that Carlsen?”
Olive was already walking toward Malcolm to find
something edible and skip the whole sunscreen nonsense
altogether, but when she heard Adam’s name, she stopped
dead in her tracks. Or maybe it wasn’t Adam’s name but the
way Anh was saying it. “What? Where?”
Jeremy pointed at the Ultimate Frisbee crowd. “That’s him,
right? Shirtless?”
“Holy shit,” Anh repeated, her vocabulary suddenly pretty
limited, given her twentysomething years of education. “Is that
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