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I
opened
my
eyes
,
savoring
the
warm
calm
that
was
sweeping
over
me
.
I
started
to
laugh
.
Adam
did
,
too
.
We
kissed
for
a
while
longer
until
it
was
time
for
him
to
go
home
.
As
I
walked
him
out
to
his
car
,
I
wanted
to
tell
him
that
I
loved
him
.
But
it
seemed
like
such
a
cliché
after
what
we
’
d
just
done
.
So
I
waited
and
told
him
the
next
day
.
"
That
’
s
a
relief
.
I
thought
you
might
just
be
using
me
for
sex
,
"
he
joked
,
smiling
.
After
that
,
we
still
had
our
problems
,
but
being
overly
polite
with
each
other
wasn
’
t
one
of
them
.
I
have
quite
the
crowd
now
.
Gran
and
Gramps
.
Uncle
Greg
.
Aunt
Diane
.
Aunt
Kate
.
My
cousins
Heather
and
John
and
David
.
Dad
is
one
of
five
kids
,
so
there
are
still
lots
more
relatives
out
there
.
Nobody
is
talking
about
Teddy
,
which
leads
me
to
believe
that
he
’
s
not
here
.
He
’
s
probably
still
at
the
other
hospital
,
being
taken
care
of
by
Willow
.
The
relatives
gather
in
the
hospital
waiting
room
.
Not
the
little
one
on
the
surgical
floor
where
Gran
and
Gramps
were
during
my
operation
,
but
a
larger
one
on
the
hospital
’
s
main
floor
that
is
tastefully
decorated
in
shades
of
mauve
and
has
comfy
chairs
and
sofas
and
magazines
that
are
almost
current
.
Everyone
still
talks
in
hushed
tones
,
as
if
being
respectful
of
the
other
people
waiting
,
even
though
it
’
s
only
my
family
in
the
waiting
room
.
It
’
s
all
so
serious
,
so
ominous
.
I
go
back
into
the
hallway
to
get
a
break
.
I
’
m
so
happy
when
Kim
arrives
;
happy
to
see
the
familiar
sight
of
her
long
black
hair
in
a
single
braid
.
She
wears
the
braid
every
day
and
always
,
by
lunchtime
,
the
curls
and
ringlets
of
her
thick
mane
have
managed
to
escape
in
rebellious
little
tendrils
.
But
she
refuses
to
surrender
to
that
hair
of
hers
,
and
every
morning
,
it
goes
back
into
the
braid
.
Kim
’
s
mother
is
with
her
.
She
doesn
’
t
let
Kim
drive
long
distances
,
and
I
guess
that
after
what
’
s
happened
,
there
’
s
no
way
she
’
d
make
an
exception
today
.
Mrs
.
Schein
is
red
-
faced
and
blotchy
,
like
she
’
s
been
crying
or
is
about
to
cry
.
I
know
this
because
I
have
seen
her
cry
many
times
.
She
’
s
very
emotional
.
"
Drama
queen
,
"
is
how
Kim
puts
it
.
"
It
’
s
the
Jewish
-
mother
gene
.
She
can
’
t
help
it
.
I
suppose
I
’
ll
be
like
that
one
day
,
too
,
"
Kim
concedes
.
Kim
is
so
the
opposite
of
that
,
so
droll
and
funny
in
a
low
-
key
way
that
she
’
s
always
having
to
say
"
just
kidding
"
to
people
who
don
’
t
get
her
sarcastic
sense
of
humor
,
that
I
cannot
imagine
her
ever
being
like
her
mother
.
Then
again
,
I
don
’
t
have
much
basis
for
comparison
.
There
are
not
a
lot
of
Jewish
mothers
in
our
town
or
that
many
Jewish
kids
at
our
school
.
And
the
kids
who
are
Jewish
are
usually
only
half
,
so
all
it
means
is
that
they
have
a
menorah
alongside
their
Christmas
trees
.
But
Kim
is
really
Jewish
.
Sometimes
I
have
Friday
-
night
dinner
with
her
family
when
they
light
candles
,
eat
braided
bread
,
and
drink
wine
(
the
only
time
I
can
imagine
neurotic
Mrs
.
Schein
allowing
Kim
to
drink
)
.
Kim
’
s
expected
to
only
date
Jewish
guys
,
which
means
she
doesn
’
t
date
.
She
jokes
that
this
is
the
reason
her
family
moved
here
,
when
in
fact
it
was
because
her
father
was
hired
to
run
a
computer
-
chip
plant
.
When
she
was
thirteen
,
she
had
a
bat
mitzvah
at
a
temple
in
Portland
,
and
during
the
candlelighting
ceremony
at
the
reception
,
I
got
called
up
to
light
one
.
Every
summer
,
she
goes
to
Jewish
sleepaway
camp
in
New
Jersey
.
It
’
s
called
Camp
Torah
Habonim
,
but
Kim
calls
it
Torah
Whore
,
because
all
the
kids
do
all
summer
is
hook
up
.
