Her mouth was full of Fruity Foolers, a jelly bean she favored because it looked sweet and tasted so sour it almost sucked your cheeks down your throat. In response to the sugar ban at home, she kept a three-ounce pack of them in the waistband of her underpants at all times. Maybe it’s Glennie, Conor thought. Then I’ll be the one who’s not laughing. “I love you, Glennie,” he said as they went up the front steps to their house. “Mo-o-om.” Glennie dropped her backpack inside the door. “Conor’s freaking me o-o-out.” Their mother appeared at the top of the stairs, zipping up her jeans, still in the sweater she’d worn to the clinic. “Conor, stop freaking out your sister.” Conor took off his bicycle helmet and hung it on the banister. “I only told her that I love her.” What if his mom was the one, and she died mad at him? “I love you, too.” “Pixie, are you feeling all right?
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