confidentiality . This is a THERAPEUTIC environment.â
Jenn started screaming back even before the door fully swung open. âRelax, Sophie â youâre not interesting enough to write about. And our day-to-day lives arenât supposed to be confidential.â
âYouâre a parasite,â Sophie hissed theatrically.
I poked her in the back. âGet inside there, Sophia Maria.â
âSheâs a tabloid.â
âFuck you, Sophie,â Jenn said. âPeople find recovery memoirs inspiring.â I closed the door on her.
Sophie opened it a crack to say, âShut up, Sharpe. No one wants to see you recover.â
âSophie, seriously.â I closed the door.
âFine. What happened with the creatine prince?â
âItâs Joshua. Again,â I said. âHe wants to sleep with me.â
âWell, yeah, I mean, isnât that already happening?â Sophie crinkled her face into a question.
âWhat?â I shrieked loudly enough to put Jenn Sharpe on high alert.
âWait â who?â Sophie asked. âAddison?â
âNo. Weâre talking about Joshua. JOSHUA.â
âWants to sleep with you?â
âItâs an experiment in trust.â
âWait â sleep with you?â
âYeah, but just sleep.â I felt awkward then, because I hadnât really meant to tell Sophie. I could already see Addison in my head: the sad, quick shake of his head, as if I had confirmed some misgiving heâd felt. This wasnât something heâd want left open to Sophieâs analysis. My voice scurried, trying to fix it. âHe would just stay the night. The idea is to spend time together and prove that Iâm comfortable enough to fall asleep. You know, like an experiment ââ
âIn trust?â Sophie sounded more than dubious.
âRight.â
âSo the dean cleared this?â My eyebrows lifted up into their are-you-crazy? position. Sophie said, âOf course not. Because itâs bonkers. Capital B bonkers.â I felt my chest ease up. Maybe I shouldnât have told her, but it was a relief to hear Sophie agree with me. She kept going, âAnd youâd sneak him in here?â
âAddison said heâd take care of it.â
âAnd he didnât say anything else? Like âHey, guru, paws off my lady friendâ? Jesus. You canât do this, Greer.â She sounded so definitive. And then she saw my face. âYouâre kidding, right? Youâre going to do it?â
âI know itâs nuts.â
âYeah, exact ââ
âIt actually helps to hear you say itâs nuts. Because sitting at Salâs, I felt like maybe I was crazy. Or mistrustful. Youknow?â Sophie nodded. âItâs really important to Addison, though. Like Iâm not sure â¦â I didnât want to finish, but Sophie nodded again like, Go on . And so I finished, âWe might be done if I donât do this.â
Sophie sat forward a little. âGreer, honey, did you ever go to summer camp?â
âLike Girl Scout camp?â
âOr any kind of camp.â
âI went to Girl Scout camp.â
Sophie sighed. âSo this might be new for you, then. But I am a summer-camp veteran. From fourth grade to freshman year, I went to one every summer. Horseback riding camp, hot-air ballooning camp, theatre camp ⦠you name it. And every year, around week five of the six weeks, Iâd decide some brace-face kid was going to be my boyfriend and weâd sneak off behind the cabin or the boat dock or whatever and make out and we loved each other and wore each otherâs lanyards or something. And when it was time to board separate buses at the end of the whole thing, weâd promise to write and visit. And Iâd cry the whole way home and maybe weâd send e-mails or something. Or Iâd even bake cookies and mail them, but by the end of
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