They saw the car in the driveway and said I should have called and told them.“I meant to,” I said, but I hadn’t and was pretty sure they knew it. I also knew they wouldn’t say anything about it. Not now that I was a miracle.“You know, Brian can change the oil and stuff,” Jess said. “He’s really good at it.” Brian loved cars and wanted to work at the one garage in town. It was an impossible dream, as the garage had a mechanic who was twenty-five and who’d taken over just last year when his father, the previous mechanic, had died of a heart attack.“Great. Thanks.”We rode in silence to school, but when we got there and out of Jess’s car, Lissa cleared her throat.Jess shot her a look and asked me, “So . . . what’s going on with soccer? You haven’t quit, have you?”“I just need a break. I mean, I’ve been playing forever.”“Exactly,” Lissa said. “You’ve been playing forever so it’s kind of weird that you just stopped.” She caught Jess’s eye and added, “Not weird bad or anything.
