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heard her laugh. Who actually slaps their knee while laughing?
    “You mean to tell me the only thing you could think to say was that it was a dead cat?” She’s laughing again.
    “So you know.”
    “Well, if I didn’t know before I would surely know now.”
    She laughs a little more, slaps her knee again. “Oh, you should’ve seen your face.”
    “It’s not that funny,” I grumble, annoyed that I gave myself away.
    “You forget I have one of you at home. I always know when Rosa is up to no good. Besides, you, Miss Thing, are not any good at hiding things. I see you checking your e-mail and looking for him out the window.”
    I put my laptop back down on the desk. “So, you’re not mad at me?” I ask, relieved.
    She hands me my sandwich. “It depends. Why were you hiding it from me?”
    “I didn’t want you to worry about me getting sad again.”
    She eyes me for a long second. “Do I need to worry?”
    “No.”
    “Then I’m not worrying.” She brushes my hair back from my shoulders. “Eat,” she says.

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
    “MAYBE HE COULD come over for a visit?”
    I’ve surprised myself by asking, but Carla’s not surprised at all. She doesn’t even pause from wiping away nonexistent dust from my bookshelf.
    “Teenagers are the same all over. Give them an inch and they’ll take a mile.”
    “Is that a no?” I ask.
    She laughs at me.

TWO HOURS LATER
    I TRY AGAIN. “It would only be for half an hour. He could get decontaminated like Mr. Waterman and then—”
    “Are you crazy?”

TEN MINUTES AFTER THAT
    “FIFTEEN MINUTES?”
    “No.”

LATER STILL
    “PLEASE, CARLA—”
    She cuts me off. “And here I thought you were doing fine.”
    “I am. I am doing fine. I just want to meet him—”
    “We can’t always get what we want,” she says. From the flatness of her tone alone, I know it’s a phrase she uses on Rosa all the time. I can tell she regrets saying it to me, but still she doesn’t say anything else.
    She’s leaving for the day, halfway out my bedroom door when she stops. “You know I don’t like saying no to you. You’re a good girl.”
    I rush right through this opening. “He’d get decontaminated and sit across the room, far, far away from me and only for fifteen minutes. Thirty minutes at the most.”
    She shakes her head, but it’s not a firm shake. “It’s too risky. And your mother would never allow it.”
    “We won’t tell her,” I say instantly.
    She gives me a sharp, disappointed look. “Do you girls really find it so easy to lie to your mamas?”

TO THOSE WHO WAIT
    CARLA DOESN’T SAY anything about it again until just after lunch two days later.
    “Now. You listen to me,” she says. “No touching. You stay on your side of the room and he stays on his. I already told him the same thing.”
    I understand the words she’s saying, but I don’t understand what she’s saying.
    “What do you mean? You mean he’s here? He’s already here?”
    “You stay on your side and he stays on his. No touching. You understand?”
    I don’t, but I nod yes anyway.
    “He’s waiting for you in the sunroom.”
    “Decontaminated?”
    The look on her face says what do you take me for?
    I stand up, sit down, and stand up again.
    “Oh, Lordy,” she says. “Go fix yourself up fast. I’m only giving you twenty minutes.”
    My stomach doesn’t just flip, it does high-wire somersaults without a net. “What made you change your mind?”
    She comes over, takes my chin in her hand, and stares into my eyes for such a long time that I start to fidget. I can see her sorting through all she wants to say.
    In the end all she says is: “You deserve a little something.”
    This is how Rosa gets everything she wants. She simply asks for it from her mother with the too-big heart.
    I head to the mirror to “fix myself.” I’ve almost forgotten what I look like. I don’t spend a lot of time looking. There’s no need when there’s no one to see you. I like to think