science project, anyway, so this works out great. And donât worryâthe subjects are always anonymous.â
I wasnât thrilled about being the topic of an experiment, but I also knew Finny couldnât leave a puzzle alone. So if helping his science project meant helping me, I was in.
âLetâs do it,â I said. âWhatâs first?â
âEstablish a constant,â he said.
âI donât have one,â I said. âMy life is totally random.â
âYou are, but your episodes are not,â he said. âTheyâre consistent. Theyâre the constant.â
âOkay,â I said, even though hearing it out loud made me cringe. âWhatâs next?â
âWe gather data, recognize patterns and develop a theory.â
I remembered Dad doing the same thing, working on problems he never seemed to solve. Developing theories that never went anywhere. Maybe I would be the exception.
âSo hereâs the deal,â Finny said. âYou live your life the way you always would, listening to music, hanging out with me, making cool clothes, having episodes, normal stuff. I just need you to do one thing.â
âYou just called my episodes normal,â I said. âIâll give you my KLM Airlines bag if you want it.â
âI love that bag, but no,â he said. âJust buy a journal and document everything: what you ate for breakfast, how youâre feeling, what you see, that kind of thing. Then Iâll analyze it and hopefully identify a pattern.â
âAnd if we identify a pattern, we can prevent it, right?â
âIn theory,â he said. âThatâs why they call it an experiment.â
âExperiment Sophie?â
âMore like the Normalcy Project,â he said, smiling. âBased on the idea that everyone is abnormal until proven normal.â
âI love it,â I said, feeling like I could breathe again. âI could totally see that on a T-shirt.â
I could also see myself without episodes one day, with Finny to thank for it. He was a genius at science. But as he paced around the tree house, stopping to scribble on the butcher paper, I noticed something else. Finny was also a genius at being my friend.
âItâs getting cold up here,â I said. âWant to take the big experiment to my house?â
âThe Normalcy Project,â he said, drawing his hand across his shirt like it was printed there. âAlso known as your life. And yes, letâs get out of here.â
Finny threw a few things in his bag, I grabbed mine, and we climbed down the stairs, one rung at a time. One step closer toward normalcy. When we got to the bottom, we linked arms and headed down the street, dusk at our backs.
TWELVE
I unlocked the door of my house, ready to endure whatever Mom was going to dish out. Since I was, like, three hours late and hadnât bothered to call, it was going to be major. Good thing I had Finny as a buffer.
âMom?â I said, looking around. âHello?â
âIs she here?â Finny said.
âNope,â I said, pulling him into the kitchen. âLetâs take advantage of it.â I grabbed a bag of carrots and cans of ginger ale out of the fridge and headed upstairs, Finny and Balzac following. I flopped on the bed, and Finny stood in front of the collection of black and white postcards, staring.
âWarhol and Nico,â he said, touching one of them. âThatâs new. How is it I could notice that but totally miss that you hallucinate?â
âHave episodes,â I said.
âThatâs not a scientific term,â Finny said. âCan we say hallucination, just for the sake of the experiment?â
I traced the circles on my bedspread with my finger. âAs along as you understand thatâs not what they are,â I said.
âYouâre going to have to help me with that,â Finny said. âBut first: when are
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