Status Updates From The Three Lives of Cate Kay

And it was then that she saw me. Maybe she also knew my body's movements from any distance, had looked out at the woman leaning against the back wall holding a slice of key lime pie, one knee bent, foot propped against the wall. Maybe to Amanda that silhouette screamed Annie. How sublime the feeling, to be known again.

For a moment, I stared into space and wondered if reading this story was a good idea.

And yet, I knew with 100 percent certainty that I would read the article. But pausing made me feel in control, mature. Here I was, calm and collected, considering other options. Once enough time had passed — two to three minutes, approximately—I opened to the article.

But also, I worried that love just wasn't for me. How much love do you get to run away from in this life before you're cut off for good?

Even as a kid my mom would stop people and say, "Oh, Sidney can figure it out on her own." She was always telling people I was so competent she'd never have to worry about me.
But sometimes it's nice to be worried about.