“Put this back where you found it,” I said. “What’s wrong?” Carrie asked. “I’ll tell you later.” I hoped she wouldn’t hassle me about it in front of Zach. He looked wiped out. I could tell by the way his arm was flung off to the side. Gently untying his Nikes, I pulled them off. I was surprised by the lightness of his body as I lifted his legs onto the sofa. His red baseball cap slipped off to the side as he moved in his sleep. He was mostly bald underneath. No wonder he wore the cap everywhere. All at once, I felt dreadfully wicked. Here was a very sick boy—not a spoiled brat—who hung all over his dad at mealtime. Who raced to the bathroom for vomiting sessions. Who’d lost all his hair to some powerful drug that was doing damage to his body while attempting to save his life. No wonder my mother sobbed when Zach gave his thumbs-up sign. No wonder! “Stay here with Zach, will you?” I said to Carrie. Tears blinded my eyes. I ran upstairs to my room and threw myself on my knees.
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