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scared  to  touch  hi m.  Bu t  not  because  I  tho ught   I  was   better  than   hi m.  He  just

                made  me so ner vous.
                    He put hi s han d  do wn an d  nodd ed  once, the n sai d,  “I guess I better go.”
                    I  stepped  as ide   so  he   could  wal k  around  me.  He  pointed  pas t  the   kitche n,
                silently   asking   if   that    was    the    way    to   the    bac k   do or.   I   nodde d   an d   wal ked
                behi nd  hi m  as   he   made   hi s  way   do wn  the   hal l.  Whe n  he   reac he d  the   bac k  do or,
                I saw  hi m pau se for a  second  whe n he  saw  my bedroom.

                    I  was   sudde nly  embar ras sed   tha t  he   was   seeing  my  bedroom.  No   one  ever
                sees  my  bedroom,  so  I’ve  never  felt  the   need  to  give  it  a  more  mat ure  look.  I  still
                hav e the  sam e pink beds pread  an d  cur tai ns I’ve had  since I was  twelve. For the
                first time ever I felt like ripping do wn my poster of Adam  Brody.
                    Atlas   di dn ’t  seem  to  care  ho w  my  room  was   de corat ed.   He  looked  strai ght   at
                my windo w—t he  one that  looks out over the  bac kyard—t he n he  glan ced  bac k at
                me. Right before he  wal ked  out the  bac k do or he  sai d,  “Than k you for not being

                di spar ag ing, Li ly.”
                    And  the n he  was  gone.
                    Of   course  I’ve  he ard  the   term  disparaging   before,  but  it  was   weird  he ar ing
                a  teenag e  guy  use  it.  What ’s  even  weirde r  is  ho w  ever ythi ng  ab out  Atlas   seems
                so contradi ctor y. How do es a  guy who  is obviously hu mble, well-mannered,  an d
                uses  words   like  disparaging   end  up  ho meless?  How  do es  an y  teenag er  end  up

                ho meless?
                    I need  to find  out, Ellen.
                    I’m going to find  out what  hap pened  to hi m. You just wai t an d  see.
                    —Li ly


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                I’m  about  to  open  ano ther  ent ry  when  my  pho ne  ring s.  I  crawl  across
                the   couch    for   it   and    I’m   no t   the   lea st   bit   surprised    to   see   it’s   my
                mother     again.   Now  tha t  my  father     ha s  passed   and   she’s  alone,   she’l l
                probably call me  twice  as much  as she  did bef ore.

                    “Hel lo?”
                    “Wha t do you thi nk  about my moving  to Boston?”  she  blurts out.
                    I   grab   the   thro w   pillow   nex t   to   me   and    sho ve   my   face   int o   it,
                muffling  a screa m. “Um. Wow,” I say. “Rea lly?”
                    She’s   quiet ,   and    then,    “It   was   just   a   tho ught .   We   can   discuss   it

                tomorro w. I’m almost to my meet ing .”
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