ADELLE ASKS ME. I say, “Not all the time. But mostly, yeah. I’m still pissed off that my mom turned out to be just as much of a useless . . . just as useless as I thought she was. And I wish my dad had more time for me, even though I know he’s trying. And I’m pissed Michelle’s probably going to end up going back to New York for good. And I’m mad Craig still loves Cody.” She says, “Okay. And in a larger sense?” “Larger?” “Less immediate.” “I guess I wish Cody’s dad hadn’t died in September eleventh, even though Craig and I probably wouldn’t be together right now if he hadn’t. And . . .” I shrug. “I’m still really pissed that my brother died and left us with all this love to figure out how to shift around without him here.” Adelle studies me. “So what are you going to do?” “I don’t know. I’ll probably always be pissed off about all this. It’s not like everything’s suddenly perfect. People are still getting shot all over the place.
