changes us,â Fiona continued, ânobody would get anything done.â
Ryan tipped his head toward her and smiled. It was a small smileâa saddish oneâbut a smile all the same. âI feel like itâs my job to fix it.â
Now it was Fionaâs turn with the sad smile. âI thought you said I wasnât broken.â
He shook his head. âNot fix you. Fix it.â
âWhatâs the difference?â
He took a deep breath. âThree hundred sixty-four days of the yearâI donât know, youâre Fiona. Fun and sarcastic and just you. This day, not so much. That makes the problem an it, not a you. â
âSo according to this logic, we fix the scars, and my problems are solved?â
âYou donât think?â
It was a nice idea, one she probably clung to herself more than sheâd like to admit. âThereâs some safety in it, this way,â she said. âLike, I can always blame something for all the parts of me I hate. What if Iâm just as pathetic with a full face?â
âYou are the least pathetic person I know.â
Fiona didnât agree with this at all, but that was a different argument. âItâs a scary idea, carrying around someone else. Iâll be benefiting from someone dying. â
âYou canât take responsibility for that. That person chose to donate for his own reasons. It has nothing to do with you.â
âBut heâsheâchose it for bigger reasons probably. Something more heroic. Not so some girl could be pretty. Or regular.â
âWhoâs to say thatâs not heroic? Who says it needs to be? Whoever it is might just have checked the box with a Sure, why not? â Ryan nudged her shoulder. She wasnât looking at him, but she knew he was smiling. âNot everyone agonizes over every little decision, Ona.â
She was pretty sure organ donation didnât fit in the every-little-decision category, but she didnât press the point. This back-and-forth with her brother felt too nice, even if the topic was morbid.
A second television flicked on across the street, in the room just next to the other TV. The lights flickered in unison, like both were tuned to the same channel. âSo you think I should have the surgery?â
A few quiet moments passed before Ryan answered. âI do.â
âWhy?â
âI donât know. Because you can?â
What a simple reasonâno grand philosophy behind it, no gut-wrenching self-evaluation required. It was easy and obvious and lovely.
She decided to follow her brotherâs lead.
She rested her head on his shoulder and said, âOkay, Iâll do it.â
FI
When Fi first started dating Marcus, sheâd talked to a girl on her lacrosse team who was allergic to everythingâpeanuts, soy, wheat. Even though her friend joked about her hermetically sealed lunches, sheâd told Fi, no, she didnât count to fifty while washing her hands.
âSo whatâs really wrong with you?â Fi asked Marcus, one night later on.
âItâs just a weird food thing,â he said. He launched into an exhaustive scientific explanation about allergy vs. intolerance vs. sensitivity that made her eyes glaze over.
While she still didnât understand it, she was getting better at rolling with it. For example, a few days ago, Marcus had gotten some weird bug, and Mrs. King had imposed a strict quarantine. Since Sunday, they had only talked by phone. She missed his smell and his arms around her and the feel of late afternoon stubble against her cheek, but she didnât really mindthe occasional break. She liked staying up late, curled into her covers and snuggling with Panda, talking quietly about everything and nothing.
âWhatâs on your bucket list?â Marcus had asked last night, over the phone.
âUm, I donât know. Iâve never really thought about it. Go to
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