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palmetto bug in it and I screamed when I
saw it and it flew at us and we cried and never built another bird
house.”
    Jack laughed. “The business was over
that fast?”
    She nodded. “Did you know
Emily?”
    He only hesitated for a moment before
answering. “We went to a small enough school that I knew her. But I
didn't know her.”
    “She wasn't very social.”
    “No, she wasn't. Not that I can
remember,” he said. “Can you hold this piece in place with the glue
while I hammer in the nails?”
    She nodded, and her body vibrated with
each contact. “She was a little shy,” Amy said. “Some people
couldn't believe we were sisters. Because I talk too
much.”
    “You talk just enough.”
    “Thanks,” she said.
    “I think we're done,” he
said.
    With the dresser or with talk of Emily?
Amy wondered.
    “You'll have to tell me where you want
it in your room.”
    Amy smiled. “I was hoping it was for
me,” she said. The roommate, his name was Dave, might have been
living abroad for the semester. But his closet and dresser were
filled to capacity, forcing Amy to live out of her
suitcase.
    She stared at the dresser for too long.
“I'm still actively looking for another place to live.”
    “I know. Until then... the
dresser.”
    “You're a good person,
Jack.”
    He nodded once and stood, revealing a
lone, metal hinge that had somehow been left out.
    “Well shit,” he said. “There's a hinge
missing.”
    Yes, Amy thought. There certainly was a
hinge missing.

Dear Emily,

I'm so happy sometimes I forget things were ever any
different.

Chapter 4
    The next day, Amy didn't go to work and
studied instead.
    Studying became easier ever since
living with Jack. With her brain more focused on school and not so
much focused on keeping a roof over her head, she found
she wasn't half bad in the school business.
    She couldn't be sure
if it was only the security of a home, or if Jack's
friendship may also have played a part in her
phoenix-like rise from the ashes. That, she
decided, was something she didn't want to consider now.
Her head hurt when she thought about it too
much.
    It was irrelevant.
    She woke up at eight, only to find
Jack was already awake. Of course,
he was already awake.
How could someone look so well rested when they
didn't sleep?
    Amy had even gone so far as
to research the effects of lack of sleep. What she
found was an extensive list of very important
fancy pants people that survived on an average of four
hours a night. Several US Presidents made the
list. It was no surprise to Amy that Jack
too, appeared to excel with so little sleep.
    She dressed and took a quiet enjoyment
in selecting clothes from the dresser. The piece of furniture
signified so much, and yet again, it was a topic she
did not wish to contemplate further.
She was only mildly concerned about what the
dresser meant, but then decided it didn't need
to say anything.
    It was a functional piece of
furniture. Wood panels glued and screwed together for containing
clothes. It was nothing else
and certainly was not anything special.
    She spread her books and papers out on
the dining room table, every inch of wood blanketed in paper and
every electronic device she owned. If only
she could lie on top of the table and learn by osmosis.
That would be so much easier.
    Emily was smart and got good
grades, but it hadn't been easy for her.
Amy watched her sister devote her life to academics in a
way Amy could never understand. Now, Amy reviewed and
recited as satisfaction seeped into her very being.
She was going to do well on the next exam.
Nothing could stop her from moving forward—not
when she'd finally gotten the hang of
things.
    Jack would be returning from his run
soon. Running was a passion Amy
shared; however, Jack never invited her to join him, and she
never asked if she could go with him.
    The amount of time they spent
together was disconcerting