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Show Inside Out, 142 "OK, why won't you talk to her?" "Look, what difference does that make? She has Dad, and she has you. She doesn't need me in her life. And I certainly don't need her in my life." "But don't you think-" "And I don't think I need you telling me what to do." "Andli, you know that I-" "What? That you what? That you mean well? That you're trying to be my friend} Or maybe my mom?" Leslie closed her eyes for a moment. "Yes," she said softly. "I guess I have been trying to be your friend. Is that so wrong?" I felt confused. Was it so wrong? But something was wrong. What was bugging me? "Only if you're not genuine," I said. "Always so nice, always so eager to please. Nothing ever bothers you. It's like you've never even had any problems. I don't see how you, Miss Sunshine, can possibly understand what I've been through with Sophie-or Mom. You don't understand anything." And then I had to leave, before she could answer, before I could fully register the look of hurt on her face. So, of course, I headed back to the library. All the way there I hated myself. Was I really mad at her for being so nice to me? What did I expect from her? I could tell I had really hurt her. I felt terrible. |