expressions. The way they said my name, like it meant something. They knew. Of course they knew.
It seems stupid to want to be the most important person in someoneâs life. But other people have that. So I donât see why I canât want it too.
âWhat if this made us all super happy?â Karissa says âLike, just, what if?â She has her crooked smile and her hair in her eyes and the same energy as my father, caught in between naive positivity and crazy-making denial.
âThis is my family,â I whisper back, but the word hurts to say.
For a moment it is only me and her. We arenât blinking or moving or speaking. âWe both deserve everything. Remember?â she says.
âBut this is mine ,â I say. âAnd you said you wanted me . Not my father.â My hands go to my throat, the universal sign for choking. Iâm not actually in need of a Heimlich or anything, but I need them to know I canât breathe, somethingâs stuck in my throat, I might pass out.
âCan we get the cab, please?â Arizona says, shifting the moment into something else, something looser and more okay. âI swear to God someone forgot to pick up after their dog, and I cannot do this in the presence of puppy crap, okay?â
She makes me laugh. A totally involuntary laugh, a really small one, but itâs there and it feels good so I appreciate it, and take a mental note that it may go on my gratitude list tomorrow morning. So, so much about Arizona has changed, but at the end of the day she is completely not going to stand for anything as undignified as a dog-shit-flavored conversation about the newest of Dadâs soon-to-be-failed relationships.
With a twenty-three-year-old.
With my friend.
I give it, like, a month. And if itâs one of his monthlong girlfriends, thereâs no need for Arizona and me to be involved.
Because, come on.
They all get in the cab. I stand there like Iâm getting in last, but then donât.
âI canât,â I say.
âGet in,â Dad says. Heâs not kidding. He wants me to squeeze in the back with Arizona and Karissa and sign off on this mess of a situation.
Not this time.
âYou can have anyone else,â I whisper, getting close to his face in the window. âYou donât even know her. She doesnât even matter to you. In two years you wonât remember her favorite color or what she wanted to be when she grew up. But she matters to me.â I think maybeheâll hear the truth in that.
âMontana. Donât be a teenager about it,â Dad says. Itâs a thing he says that used to make me laugh, but not today. Iâm going to be Montana about it. Iâm going to stay here and smoke cigarettes and Google the names of my stepmothers and some of the ex-girlfriends I remember and call Natasha, the stepmother Iâve semi-adopted as still mine, and try to warm the chill in my chest from seeing Karissa on my fatherâs arm.
âYou canât make me sign off on this,â I say. The cabdriver starts the meter, and I know my dad wonât let it run too long.
âTotally,â Karissa says. âYou need some time. Eat some ice cream. Chill. We can talk after dinner. Your dad and I understand.â She reaches to the front seat and puts a hand on Dadâs shoulder. My body convulses.
âWhat if I donât want to talk to you later?â I say. I curl my toes and stand my ground as best as I can.
âWeâll bring you back some pasta. You will eat it,â Dad says. He rolls up the window and stares ahead. Arizona watches me from the backseat, and I know Iâm supposed to do this with her, but I canât. She started it, the making-our-own-choices thing. She changed everything. So she canât expect me to do everything with her anymore. She made the first crack in our impenetrable united front.
I call Natasha.
âYou need to come over?â she
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