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Show Fair Forever . Ill Chapter Twenty The Game . Mom hands me my cell phone as she pulls to the curb. "Call when you're ready to come home," she instructs. Then she gives me a wink. "You can stay the whole game. I don't mind you being late." Lights from the dashboard reflect in her glasses. I take the phone and slip it in my pocket. I'm probably the only kid alive who's never received a call on his cell phone-other than from his mom. She bought it for me last spring after Dr. Dill said the time had come for my transplant. But I hadn't used if. That first day, Mom called my number once to make sure it worked. Afterwards, it sat on my desk. ' ,7 ' - , • , I exit the car quickly. , ; , . > 7 |