I am.Am I brave? I hope.But.Somehow I don’t feel one bit different.Somehow everything feels different.Has he touched me?Yes. A thousand times.But.Has he touched me?A mountain of fire rushes at my head.I’m back to Earth.Oh—I’m here. It’s my birthday dinner.My folks, the Greens, Schuyler. We’re all...
“I wish I could do that,” I say. “You can,” Lucy says. “You just don’t know that you can.” “But—” “Come on.” As she moves up the hall, her dress ripples like she’s traveling underwater. “Hey, you’re moving better,” I say. “It’s the moisture in the air. It’s—it’s better for me when it’s raining.” ...