some of the cool stuff weâre doing.â
âWhy didnât he think you should come?â I ask. Tillyâs pacing around us in big lopsided circles, and when she gets close, she brushes my arm and my hand veers off course. I start widening the
H
, to cover up the stray marks.
Candy watches me draw. Sheâs wearing a necklace, a silver chain with a
C
on it, and sheâs holding on to the letter, fiddling with it. âI think mainly just because he wouldnât get to see me as much,â she says. âPlus, Ryanâs not his kid, so you know. He doesnât care as much whether he ever . . . gets better or whatever.â She picks up her letter and shakes it in the air, brushing off a few pieces of grass. Then she laughs. âHe also thought Scott sounded kind of creepy. He said the whole thing sounded like a cult.â
I laugh, too. âWell, he
is
kind of creepy. But in a good way, mostly.â
Tillyâs back near us again and joins in our conversation, even though I didnât think sheâd been listening. âWhy did your parents divorce?â she asks Candy.
I sort of cringe, because I know youâre not supposed to ask questions like that, and also because of the weird phrasing. Tilly does that with certain words, like âmarryâ and âdivorceâ (and there are probably others, too, though I canât think of them right now): instead of saying âget marriedâ or âget divorced,â she just uses the plain form of the verb. Itâs one of those things thatâs not grammatically wrong, but it makes it sound like English isnât her first language.
Anyway, Candy doesnât seem offended. She shrugs again. âI donât know. I was pretty little, like still a baby. If you ask my mom, she says they were just too young, but I donât really know what that means.â
âDo you like your dad better than Rick?â I ask. Now that the topicâs open, Iâm sort of curious, too. I mean, Iâve had friends who have divorced parents, but Iâve never really discussed it with any of them.
âYeah, of course,â she says. âI love my dad. Heâs awesome.â
She goes back to her writing, and I start coloring in the
A
. Tilly wanders back over to talk to Ryan. But a few minutes later, when Candyâs folding up her letter so that it will fit in the envelope, she says, âBut I guess itâs kind of hard to say.â It takes me a second to remember what we were talking about. ââCause Iâve never really lived with my dad, you know?â
âUh-huh,â I say, because I canât think of anything else.
She takes off her glasses and cleans them off on her T-shirt. For a minute, her dark hair falls forward so that I canât really see her face. âI mean I did,â she says, âbut I was too young to remember it. And my momâs been with Rick since I was like two, so heâs the one whoâs always been around.â She runs her fingers along the crease in the folded page, making it firm and crisp. âSometimes when Iâm pissed off at Rick or my mom or Ryan, I think about how cool itwould be to go live with my dad instead, but I canât really imagine it. He lives in this little apartment, and I always have to sleep on a pullout couch when Iâm there. And Iâd have to go to a new school and everything. So.â
She stops talking. I guess thatâs the end of what she was going to say. She puts her letter down on the grass and picks up the envelope, resting it against the book on her lap. âHey, can I borrow your markers?â she says. âI want to decorate this before I mail it.â
âSure.â
We sit there for a while, coloring silently. Ryan and Tilly are both talking at the same time, and neither one of them seems to be paying much attention to the other, but somehow itâs working for them.
âSo
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