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The Four Letter Word Chapter Thirty-Six Anywhere but Here It smelled like Lysol disinfectant spray and pressed roses. It was not a good combination smell. Not to mention the faint scent of martinis wafting through the air, already being casually sipped by the giggling adult women while the men lounged with beers. I stared at peeling floral print wallpaper that yellowed at its fraying edges and reminded myself that it wasn’t so bad. After all the hours I’d spent unwillingly at my grandmother’s, one evening at my Auntie Marnie’s should not have been painful. But since Diego’s birthday things were going so well, and I

I’m sorry I’m not fifty I apologize for not Buckling my seatbelt in the driver’s seat As we set forth on a road trip with three small children And force everyone to listen to recordings of T.S. Eliot. I’m sorry that I’m not Settled in my career and I can’t wake up In the morning, knowing who I am And facing the dissenters with a clear head. My adolescent development psychology professor told me That adults are at their happiest during middle age, And I thought, great, they always said These four years will be the best four. So I’ve been counting my life in series’ of four years; I have at least

A Drop of Sunshine Chapter Twelve I am fifteen years old again. Beside me, Asher whispers, "Channing Tatum is so fine," cementing this belief with the wink of a large blue eye. "Actually, I think Amanda Bynes is hotter," Casey giggles from my other side, leaning in close. Her mouth is wide, and all her teeth are smiling along with me. "Oh, I agree," I tell her. "She definitely is." From somewhere inside, I can feel stars exploding. I'm finally able to say that allowed-not she is pretty, or she is beautiful, but she is hot. I'm able to mean it. On the movie theater screen in front of us, the credits for She's the Man begin rolling. Laugh

Day 25: To the Person Going Through the Worst of Times You should know that no matter how often I call, I always love you. I'm always thinking about you, always talking about you. I wish that I could see you more often. We kept it up better for a few years, with you visiting every so often or me driving down to see you at your apartment. Now I only really see you at holidays and family events, but it's worth it just to see you. I don't know if you notice, but I spend a good amount of my time at some of those holidays with you, even when I'd rather be off with Naomi and the kids or talking to Auntie Helen or Uncle Ronnie. Because I know just

Chapter Four I woke up to the sun’s rays slapping me across the face early in the morning. Not that I mind the sun’s rays (on the contrary), I just wasn’t expecting it. So doing the predictable me-like unintelligible thing, I rolled over and said, “Nuyahhh?” “You’re coming with me,” Merry responded, stepping back from my blinds, which she had apparently just opened wide. The sun poured in, as much sun as could pour into the bedroom at 7:00 am, anyway. Some people wake up early. Some people can wake up without trying, roll out of bed, and be all lively right away. I am not one of them. Strangely enoug

Chapter Forty-Two Mothers and Diabetes Cake (Landen’s Point of View) “What?” I was surprised by the fact that my voice did not work properly anymore. “My name is Michelle Sidelinger, and you’re my son, Billy. I’m sorry I haven’t seen you in so long, but I came now, because I wanted to see how you grew up. My, you’re handsome. How is school?” She definitely wasn’t drunk, but I was pretty sure she was unstable. “My name is NOT Billy Sidelinger. My name is Landen Weiss.” I felt myself cross my arms. “How do you get your hair to look like that? Is it hair gel?” Michelle