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355 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2013
I hadn't had many people in my life who made me feel special. You know what happens after awhile? You start to wonder if you matter.
I mean, really and truly matter.
And the more time that goes by, the harder it is to believe that you do.
I'm not the floor
to be walked on
or the hammer
to be used.
I'm not the choir
to sing your praises
or the commercials
to be ignored.
I'm the baby bird
wanting to fly
and the orchid
starting to bloom.
He came closer to me. "You'll give me your paycheck on paydays. The first and the fifteenth, isn't it? I'll decide how much money you need for your girl crap."
I couldn't believe this was happening. "Why should I hand it over to you?" I waved my hand at the empty cans. "You'll just throw it away on beer."
Dean reached out and slapped me hard across the face. I tottered back and landed against the stove. My cheek burned. Tears pushed against my eyelids, wanting to escape. Too bad. I wouldn't let them. If I was trapped, so were they.
The sweet-smelling shop has walls the color of sunshine and shelves filled with potted plants and flowers. It gave me a warm, fuzzy felling when I walked in, like always.
I could see Nina in the back workroom through the large picture window behind the long front counter. She sat with a pile of paperwork in front of her and her laptop.
"Hey Nina. How's it going?" I asked as I walked through the workroom door.
"It's been quite all day," she said, glancing up at me. "So I'm paying bills. Man, do I hate paying bills. But Uranus is finally leaving my second house, which rules earned income. Uranus is volatile, so it's a good thing it's leaving. More money should start coming in now, right?"
I curled my lips in, trying not to giggle. "Nina, I'm sorry, but I'm still back at 'Uranus is volatile.'" She could talk astrology to me all she wanted, but as soon as she mentioned Uranus, it was over.
"All right, all right. I'll keep my thoughts about Uranus to myself."
FNL Character Rating: Matt Saracen (I had a big debate between Becki Sproles & Matty on this one.)
“Rae. Look out your window,” [Alix] whispered.
I jumped. It was like something out of a horror movie. A guy stood a few feet away, with no coat or hat or umbrella, in the pouring rain, just staring at us.
The window was fogged. “Is that—?”
“Yes,” Alix said, her warm breath on my neck. “I’m pretty sure it’s your boyfriend.”