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gotten? Those poems are full of all the reasons why
he wants what he wants, which are also the reasons why he
shouldn"t have it,” she added.
“Shut up, Molly.” Everett"s voice went up before the
silence could grow anymore strained.
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“You can"t tell me to shut up, just because you"re the
great Everett who gets to do whatever he wants,” Molly
started in, doubtlessly giving Everett a hard stare. It lasted
until her mother told her to be quiet too. Then she turned
back to gasp at her mother. “Of course you take his side.”
“Molly.” Robert broke in, giving her a significant look,
and then oddly, an eye roll. “There"s no use fighting it, just
be quiet.” Molly made a sound, not really amused, more
frustrated, but Alex moved his gaze and his thoughts away
from her and returned to Everett.
He was looking, but Everett would not look back as he
went on. “Don"t be fooled, not all of that is his brain
chemistry or his tragic, romantic genius. He will revel in his
unworthiness if you let him, brooding alone across the
divide.”
The divide. An almost poetic way to describe the break
in him, the cracked edge over a rift that Alex had never
defined. But it was there, an empty valley separating him
from the other half of his mind, from this happiness around
him, from Everett. It was real and ever present, if waiting to
be crossed. He could feel it, like the wet pain of an open
wound.
“It"s my unhappiness, Everett. I"ve earned the right to
dwell in it from time to time,” Alex snapped back, a true
idiot, because he hated the black thoughts that kept him
apart, but they were his, and without them he wouldn"t be
who he was.
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Everett opened his mouth, and then suddenly George
was between them and ordering Alex to his feet.
“How about a walk down to the park with the kids to
burn off some of that energy?” It was a question, but he
wasn"t asking. Alex got to his feet, though he was vibrating
with tension, and the cookies and coffee weren"t sitting easy
in his stomach. He looked at his trembling hands in
something like shock and then over at Everett in complete
fear. Everett seemed far away, Robert at his side distracting
him by stealing bits of dough.
Alex tried to form an apology and then realized he didn"t
want to, not with George staring him down. Wasn"t it enough
that he"d written into every page, every poem, the words
Everett wouldn"t let him say?
Forgive me .
“Playing with rambunctious children in the bitter cold,
that"s just how I wanted to spend my day,” he remarked
quietly instead, but knew his sarcasm would be ignored or
overruled. George took his arm.
“There"s some work I can find after that if you"re still
feeling feisty,” he continued as he steered him from the
room. Alex looked back. Everett was braiding bread into an
intricate ring. His lips were a thin line. He didn"t look up as
they passed.
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lex was back in just over an hour, freezing his balls
off even with his coat and gloves on, and
A humiliatingly aware that all the kids and George were
still merrily frolicking down at the park, squealing
their way down metal slides that had to burn, they"d
been so cold.
He walked to the kitchen door, though the front door
would have been faster, and had only opened it a fraction
when he paused at the yeasty smell of rising dough and the
quick flurry of words coming from inside.
It was a strange feeling that stopped him, not exactly
the childhood fear that he couldn"t possibly be welcome
inside, but something similar. The Faraday house was his
idea of home , but as a boy he had never let himself fully
forget that it was someone else"s home and any moment he
might be refused permission to cross their threshold for any
number of crimes. It wasn"t anything they had done. In fact,
they had gone out of their
he wants what he wants, which are also the reasons why he
shouldn"t have it,” she added.
“Shut up, Molly.” Everett"s voice went up before the
silence could grow anymore strained.
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“You can"t tell me to shut up, just because you"re the
great Everett who gets to do whatever he wants,” Molly
started in, doubtlessly giving Everett a hard stare. It lasted
until her mother told her to be quiet too. Then she turned
back to gasp at her mother. “Of course you take his side.”
“Molly.” Robert broke in, giving her a significant look,
and then oddly, an eye roll. “There"s no use fighting it, just
be quiet.” Molly made a sound, not really amused, more
frustrated, but Alex moved his gaze and his thoughts away
from her and returned to Everett.
He was looking, but Everett would not look back as he
went on. “Don"t be fooled, not all of that is his brain
chemistry or his tragic, romantic genius. He will revel in his
unworthiness if you let him, brooding alone across the
divide.”
The divide. An almost poetic way to describe the break
in him, the cracked edge over a rift that Alex had never
defined. But it was there, an empty valley separating him
from the other half of his mind, from this happiness around
him, from Everett. It was real and ever present, if waiting to
be crossed. He could feel it, like the wet pain of an open
wound.
“It"s my unhappiness, Everett. I"ve earned the right to
dwell in it from time to time,” Alex snapped back, a true
idiot, because he hated the black thoughts that kept him
apart, but they were his, and without them he wouldn"t be
who he was.
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Everett opened his mouth, and then suddenly George
was between them and ordering Alex to his feet.
“How about a walk down to the park with the kids to
burn off some of that energy?” It was a question, but he
wasn"t asking. Alex got to his feet, though he was vibrating
with tension, and the cookies and coffee weren"t sitting easy
in his stomach. He looked at his trembling hands in
something like shock and then over at Everett in complete
fear. Everett seemed far away, Robert at his side distracting
him by stealing bits of dough.
Alex tried to form an apology and then realized he didn"t
want to, not with George staring him down. Wasn"t it enough
that he"d written into every page, every poem, the words
Everett wouldn"t let him say?
Forgive me .
“Playing with rambunctious children in the bitter cold,
that"s just how I wanted to spend my day,” he remarked
quietly instead, but knew his sarcasm would be ignored or
overruled. George took his arm.
“There"s some work I can find after that if you"re still
feeling feisty,” he continued as he steered him from the
room. Alex looked back. Everett was braiding bread into an
intricate ring. His lips were a thin line. He didn"t look up as
they passed.
62
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lex was back in just over an hour, freezing his balls
off even with his coat and gloves on, and
A humiliatingly aware that all the kids and George were
still merrily frolicking down at the park, squealing
their way down metal slides that had to burn, they"d
been so cold.
He walked to the kitchen door, though the front door
would have been faster, and had only opened it a fraction
when he paused at the yeasty smell of rising dough and the
quick flurry of words coming from inside.
It was a strange feeling that stopped him, not exactly
the childhood fear that he couldn"t possibly be welcome
inside, but something similar. The Faraday house was his
idea of home , but as a boy he had never let himself fully
forget that it was someone else"s home and any moment he
might be refused permission to cross their threshold for any
number of crimes. It wasn"t anything they had done. In fact,
they had gone out of their
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