OCR Text |
Show Fair Forever ; , 39 least, I think I do. It's got to be rough, starting over." She stands. "And I can find someone else,T'nTsure. But I hope you change your mind ;. ., I hope you stay." I wait for her to walk away but she doesn't. Instead she adds, "It's nice, Bradley, that you know a little about the boy who gave you his heart. Do doctors always do that? Do they always let people know about donors?" "I'm not sure," I answer. "The hospital had an agency that coordinates organ donations . . . sort of a matching system, I guess. They wrote to ask if I wanted to know. I told them I did,". Amanda smiles, looks at the floor. "I think it's amazing," she adds. "It'sa miracle." , . I stand and face my new friend. She has tender eyes-the same as Amanda. Without thinking, I take her right hand and hold her palm against my chest. Her eyes grow big, but she doesn't pull away. Students stream by. They pay no attention. I can feel my heart beating against her palm. I say, "That is how a heart is supposed to feel. I never knew before." My heart speaks to her palm. I let it speak. , . . Katie keeps her hand in place. "It feels good," she agrees. < I let go of her hand and she pulls it away. Then she says, "Would you mind too much if I called you Brad?" '.' - . "No," I answer. "I wouldn't mind. And while I'm deciding-about school-we could work together-on algebra. I'd like that." "So would I," she says, and I know she means it. |