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Show Fair Forever 10 "We've always known," Mom whispered, touching my hand. She put on a brave face but tears pooled in her eyes. "How long?" she asked. I didn't hear the answer. Dr. Dill took her from the room and I struggled to put on my pants. I had to stop and rest after each leg. That's when Amanda walked in- But I don't tell the old man about Amanda, not yet. I won't tell for a while, even though it's obvious he wants to know. We float without talking, listening to our hearts. He carves and I watch, and remember last spring. A cloud covers the sun and shades us for a moment, and in the distance, the lighthouse flashes, bright and strong. The old guy hunches his shoulders like he's tired and ready to head home. Instead, he asks, "Was Amanda your sister?" I shake my head slowly. "Just a friend. I met her at the hospital. I met her last spring." "You were you sick," he says, like he's pronouncing a revelation, announcing a discovery. Like somehow that statement explains everything about my life. And it does, mostly. "You're right," I admit. "I was sick, really sick. But not anymore. I had a bad heart." I touch my scar, remembering the day the bandages came off. "Was the girl sick, too? Was she with you in the hospital?" "No. She wasn't sick," I say with a sigh. "She was perfect. Amanda was perfect." |
