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Show Inside Out, 71 Chapter 17: Andli When I woke up the next morning and the first thing that came to my mind was how soon I could get to the library, I realized that my whole life was starting to revolve around these stupid electronic conversations. It was kind of freaky. I was always thinking about them, planning what to respond, or waiting for Joseph to write back. I didn't like that I was getting addicted to the whole thing. But what else could I do? Having someone to talk to-and now, the possibility of learning about Mom-was obsessing me. I decided to do some yoga to get my mind to shut up about all of it. Yoga is pretty amazing. There's something about moving your body around slowly while you breathe that calms you. I had been doing it almost every day since the accident. You know how when you look at the sun or a really bright light and then look away, the glare stays in your eyes, making a blind-spot? That's how the day of the accident is to me. I can remember so many details about it. Like the little kid playing with a ball in the street that made the bus-driver cuss before stopping at my stop. Or the way Jacyee's hair was falling out of the combs when she opened the door. Jaycee was my mom's best friend. When I walked up the path to my house, she opened the door, and her face was gray and her hair was falling down. I could hear cartoons in the background, which was strange because Paul wasn't allowed to watch cartoons and I was pretty sure Jaycee knew that. Behind Jaycee I saw the back of Paul's head. Jaycee's baby was asleep on the couch. "Where's Mom?" I asked. "Andli-" Jaycee said. Her voice sounded rough. My heart dropped down into my belly. What was wrong? |