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Huntley Fitzpatrick

My Life Next Door

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  • c ♡har citeretfor 2 år siden
    The Garretts were my bedtime story, long before I ever thought I’d be part of the story myself
  • marti leonhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    You first,” he says. “I’m right behind you.”
  • marti leonhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    In ten, nine, eight…”

    “Is something going to blow up?” I ask.

    “Shh. Perks of being a paperboy. I know exactly when this happens. Shh, Samantha. Watch.”

    We lie back, hand in hand, look out over the ocean, and watch the sun rise over the roof of the world.
  • marti leonhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    No dancing hula girls yet,” I note.

    “If you feel like dancing—or doing the hula—be my guest
  • marti leonhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    Clam Shack, where we had our first date.

    “Come on, Sam.”

    I take Jase’s hand and we walk on the beach.
  • marti leonhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    Inside is a perfect puff of Queen Anne’s lace, fragile and blooming around a center as green as spring, with a note around the stem. Come next door. Your chariot awaits.
  • marti leonhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    But what I loved was the view. And for so long, that was who I was. The girl who watched the Garretts. My life next door.

    But I’m not that watcher anymore. What Jase and I have is real and alive. It has nothing to do with how things look from far away and everything to do with how they are up close. That won’t change.
  • marti leonhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    My eyes fill. I hate this.

    “Hell. Not this again. Stop it.” Tim waves his hand at my face frantically, as if he can shoo the emotions away like flies
  • marti leonhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    I can only tell her another truth, however inconvenient.

    “I love you, Mom.”
  • marti leonhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    You’re not family.”

    She looks at me, blinks. “I’m your mother.”

    I stare at her, completely confused, but then I realize. She thinks I meant she wasn’t my family. In the moment, it feels true. And I suddenly know I’m standing somewhere very far away from her. All my strength, all my will, is diverted into defending this family. My mom…What she’s done…I can’t defend her
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