consciousness.â
âI can barely meditate for a second,â I said, closing my eyes, which popped right back open. âI doubt Iâm enlightened.â
âMaybe youâre psychic. Or maybe theyâre auras. Do you have migraines?â
âNo,â I said. âBut keep asking me these questions, and Iâll get one.â
âIâm a scientist,â Finny said. âQuestions are my go-to, like an automatic setting.â
He was wearing a vintage Boy Scout shirt with band buttons on it instead of badges. In all of his walking around, the New Order button had fallen to the floor. He finally stopped pacing, and I picked it up.
âHold out your hand and close your eyes,â I said.
He sighed as I pressed the button into his palm and then closed his fingers around it.
âI donât need you to worry,â I said. âI donât need you to look like I did in that bathroom. I donât need you to put a label on something that hasnât had a label since it started, two years ago, either. I just need you to be who youâve been the past few weeks. My friend.â
I knew heâd still want to solve me, which was one of the reasons Iâd told him in the first place. I wanted to be solved. I just didnât want him to have a nervous breakdown doing it.
Finny opened his eyes, looked down at the button and smiled.
âYou said you needed my help,â he said. âHow may I be of service, Ms. Sophia?â
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Over the next half hour, I told Finny the specifics of what I saw and when, where it started and how often it happened. I started with the first thing Iâd ever witnessed: the heart rolling off that guyâs sleeve. Then I skipped ahead, telling him about seeing stockers perform Duran Duranâs âHungry Like the Wolfâ in a grocery store and witnessing my wallpaper come to life, giant sunflowers peeling off, waving their arms at me. I told him about the lunch ladies covering the Ramones, and by the time I got to the marching band pandas, I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. I decided to save The Cure, Walt and Turning into My Father for another afternoon.
âWhy now?â he said. âWhy didnât you tell me before?â
âMaybe for the same reason you havenât told me something,â I said. âI had to wait until I was ready.â
Finny stood up and looked out one of the windows. A red leaf blew in and landed on his shoulder. Maple.
âIâm gay,â he said.
âAwesome!â I said. I almost clapped, but that felt inappropriate. âReally.â
âWait, you knew?â
âI guessed,â I said. âYou gave me, like, a thousand clues.â
Finny wore wing tips, never talked about girls and used more hair product than I did.
âDo you think anyone else knows?â
âDoubtful,â I said immediately. âI picked up on it because Iâm from New York. Our gaydar is much more advanced.â
He giggled, and I joined in. We laughed until we fell on the floor, rolling around the tree house. Leaves blew in, so we threw them at each other, red, yellow, gold. Maybe it was the chocolate that made us giddy or maybe it was the truth, sneaking out of the shadows and into the light. Ready to play.
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âEpisodes, youâre going down!â I said as Finny scribbled on the butcher paper hanging by the fake fireplace.
I was less concerned with why they happened and more concerned with stopping them, but Finny said the two were connected. He also said if I wanted his help, I had to listen to him. And stop using catchphrases.
âNot even Sanity or Bust?â
Finny shook his head.
âIâm just excited,â I said. âInstead of wishing my episodes would go away, Iâm actually doing something about it.â
â
Weâre
doing something about it,â he said, smiling. âBesides, I needed a final
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