![]() I don’t even try to offer him advice, but I think he likes that. No one that close to me has ever died, much less someone as close as one of my sisters. I hate that Holder is going through what he’s having to go through and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. ![]() I close my eyes and think about how much this year sucks. I lower myself to the floor and lie down. I end the call and set my alarm for fifty minutes later, then place my phone on the counter. The bell rings and I hold the phone with my shoulder and fold up my jacket, then drop it to the floor of the maintenance closet. Maybe moving to Austin will actually be good for him. I realize as I’m listening to it that it’s the first time I’ve heard him laugh since Les died two months ago. They forgot to assign me a class, so I hide out in this maintenance closet every day for an hour.” The only good thing about this entire school since you moved is fifth period.” “It’s just a weird thing to tattoo on yourself. ![]() ![]() “Jesus, Daniel,” he groans on the other end of the line. Especially since I’m not the one who encouraged it. It’s the third time I’ve asked Holder the same question, but I just don’t believe it. ![]()
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