It’s like his personality has spoiled from lack of use. He’s in school, but he still thinks he’s in bed. I can’t take it personally that he’s not happy to see me, because he’s not happy to see any of us. He won’t say more than two words in any sentence, and after a few minutes I decide to leave him alone. A lot of our Mondays are like this. Our Monday at the beach seems like much longer than a week ago. What is wrong with me? — “How was your weekend?” Rebecca asks when I get to third period. “How wasn’t my weekend?” I reply. “What does that mean?” “I don’t know. I just mean that not much happened.” “How was the party?” “It was fine. I danced with Steve’s gay cousin. Justin got shitfaced. The cops came.” “Steve has a gay cousin? I didn’t know that.” “I don’t think they’re close.” “Well, if he’s still around, Ben and I were going to hang out with Steve and Stephanie during assembly period this afternoon. Just get coffee or something.
