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Adam
seemed
to
sense
that
I
was
upset
.
He
pulled
the
car
off
onto
a
logging
road
and
turned
to
me
.
"
Mia
,
Mia
,
Mia
,
"
he
said
,
stroking
the
tendrils
of
my
hair
that
had
escaped
from
the
wig
.
"
This
is
the
you
I
like
.
You
definitely
dressed
sexier
and
are
,
you
know
,
blond
,
and
that
’
s
different
.
But
the
you
who
you
are
tonight
is
the
same
you
I
was
in
love
with
yesterday
,
the
same
you
I
’
ll
be
in
love
with
tomorrow
.
I
love
that
you
’
re
fragile
and
tough
,
quiet
and
kick
-
ass
.
Hell
,
you
’
re
one
of
the
punkest
girls
I
know
,
no
matter
who
you
listen
to
or
what
you
wear
.
"
After
that
,
whenever
I
started
to
doubt
Adam
’
s
feelings
,
I
’
d
think
about
my
wig
,
gathering
dust
in
my
closet
,
and
it
would
bring
back
the
memory
of
that
night
.
And
then
I
wouldn
’
t
feel
insecure
.
I
’
d
just
feel
lucky
.
He
’
s
here
.
I
have
been
hanging
out
in
an
empty
hospital
room
in
the
maternity
ward
,
wanting
to
be
far
away
from
my
relatives
and
even
farther
away
from
the
ICU
and
that
nurse
,
or
more
specifically
what
that
nurse
said
and
what
I
now
understand
.
I
needed
to
be
somewhere
where
people
wouldn
’
t
be
sad
,
where
the
thoughts
concerned
life
,
not
death
.
So
I
came
here
,
the
land
of
screaming
babies
.
Actually
,
the
wail
of
the
newborns
is
comforting
.
They
have
so
much
fight
in
them
already
.
But
it
’
s
quiet
in
this
room
now
.
So
I
’
m
sitting
on
the
windowsill
,
staring
out
at
the
night
.
A
car
screeches
into
the
parking
garage
,
shaking
me
out
of
my
reverie
.
I
peer
down
in
time
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
the
taillights
of
a
pink
car
disappear
into
the
darkness
.
Sarah
,
who
is
the
girlfriend
of
Liz
,
Shooting
Star
’
s
drummer
,
has
a
pink
Dodge
Dart
.
I
hold
my
breath
,
waiting
for
Adam
to
appear
out
of
the
tunnel
.
And
then
he
’
s
here
,
walking
up
the
ramp
,
hugging
his
leather
jacket
against
the
winter
night
.
I
can
see
the
chain
of
his
wallet
glinting
in
the
floodlights
.
He
stops
,
turns
around
to
talk
to
someone
behind
him
.
I
see
the
soft
figure
of
a
woman
emerge
from
the
shadows
.
At
first
,
I
think
it
must
be
Liz
.
But
then
I
see
the
braid
.
I
wish
I
could
hug
her
.
To
thank
her
for
always
being
one
step
ahead
of
what
I
need
.
Of
course
Kim
would
go
to
Adam
,
to
tell
him
in
person
as
opposed
to
breaking
the
news
over
the
phone
,
and
then
to
bring
him
here
,
to
me
.
It
was
Kim
who
knew
that
Adam
was
playing
a
show
in
Portland
.
Kim
who
must
have
somehow
managed
to
cajole
her
mother
into
driving
downtown
.
Kim
who
,
judging
by
Mrs
.
Schein
’
s
absence
,
must
have
convinced
her
mother
to
go
home
,
to
let
her
stay
with
Adam
and
me
.
I
remember
how
it
took
Kim
two
months
to
get
permission
to
take
that
helicopter
flight
with
her
uncle
,
so
I
’
m
impressed
that
she
managed
this
amount
of
emancipation
within
the
space
of
a
few
hours
.
It
was
Kim
who
must
have
braved
any
number
of
intimidating
bouncers
and
hipsters
to
find
Adam
.
And
Kim
who
must
have
braved
telling
Adam
.
I
know
this
sounds
ridiculous
,
but
I
’
m
glad
it
wasn
’
t
me
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
could
have
borne
it
.
Kim
had
to
bear
it
.
And
now
,
because
of
her
,
he
is
finally
here
.
