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312 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 1, 2013
She was also staying with her parents because her mother felt she shouldn't be alone after what happened. Especially since those early days without Ben had been filtered through an ugly new lens--one that distorted every day into something numb to be endured. Drew wanted to eat well-balanced meals cooked by her mother and use silverware that hadn't touched Ben's lips on a daily basis. She wanted to feel protected, to have her mother take care of her--the way she did when Drew had the flu as a child and her mother brought her cool washcloths for her forehead and flat 7-Up with a bendy straw.
Have you ever had one of those moments where you just knew the person you were sitting across from could be happy for the rest of her life, if only she spent it with you? Not like you are personally the key to her euphoria or something, you’re not that ego-centric, but she would be happy because you adore her. You complement one another. You’re on the same team. And you know there’s chemistry there because sometimes she looks at you a beat too long, but it’s a look of affection … of easy, effortless kindness. And you can feel all of this in your gut, in your heart, in your bones, in every muscle fiber and every molecule of your body.
How could she not know his personal goal in life is to give more rides on the baloney pony than a petting zoo sponsored by Oscar Mayer? She's got to know it.
There's a dangerous beat while [Joe's] face turns purple. "If you weren't in that chair..."
"You'd be in the hospital by now," I finish for him.
"Why does this have to be so damn complicated? I mean, you know, right? You know when you've found the one, right?"
"I only have one qualifying question. Do you spit or swallow? Answer that correctly, and you get me for life."
She was also staying with her parents because her mother felt she shouldn't be alone after what happened. Especially since those early days without Ben had been filtered through an ugly new lens--one that distorted every day into something numb to be endured. Drew wanted to eat well-balanced meals cooked by her mother and use silverware that hadn't touched Ben's lips on a daily basis. She wanted to feel protected, to have her mother take care of her--the way she did when Drew had the flu as a child and her mother brought her cool washcloths for her forehead and flat 7-Up with a bendy straw.
Have you ever had one of those moments where you just knew the person you were sitting across from could be happy for the rest of her life, if only she spent it with you? Not like you are personally the key to her euphoria or something, you’re not that ego-centric, but she would be happy because you adore her. You complement one another. You’re on the same team. And you know there’s chemistry there because sometimes she looks at you a beat too long, but it’s a look of affection … of easy, effortless kindness. And you can feel all of this in your gut, in your heart, in your bones, in every muscle fiber and every molecule of your body.
How could she not know his personal goal in life is to give more rides on the baloney pony than a petting zoo sponsored by Oscar Mayer? She's got to know it.
There's a dangerous beat while [Joe's] face turns purple. "If you weren't in that chair..."
"You'd be in the hospital by now," I finish for him.
"Why does this have to be so damn complicated? I mean, you know, right? You know when you've found the one, right?"
"I only have one qualifying question. Do you spit or swallow? Answer that correctly, and you get me for life."