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Show Fair Forever 93 They start pretending they know where they are but they 're lost-really lost.' She turned toward the lights. 'But you won't be lost, Bradley, because you '11 be starting fresh.' The night fell quiet. A boat trolled by, its bow and stern lamps reflecting in the bay. I felt cold. I tucked my blanket tighter. Finally, I told Amanda what I was thinking. 'I've heard that people who get transplants wake up one day and feel guilty. They feel like they 've stolen someone else's life.' My voice sounded far away-like someone else was talking: , < - ' , . . . . 'Don 'tyou do that, Bradley!' Amanda ordered. 'Don 'tyou ever feel guilty for starting your own life. It wouldn't be fair., Every time that new heart beats you remember! Remember the new life you 've been given because someone else wanted you to have it.'. : . . / could hardly believe what I was hearing. Getting a new heart had never seemed so real. Dr. Dill kept saying, We 've always known.' So did Mom. But I'm not sure that I ever really did. know-not the kind of knowing that goes all the way to the bottom of your stomach. I promised Amada that I would celebrate. She made me cross my heart, and I laughed, explaining that crossing my heart might not count for much since I'd have to get a new heart to keep the promise. , / She squeezed my hand and said, 'That's the idea!' ., . / heard singing as I fell asleep. I thought of wind chimes-the ones made of glass whose songs float down the shore on summer evenings. But I woke up again in the night. Amandawas crying. She didn't sob, but she did whimper. She stayed in her room. I |
