Clare is 16

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Jason’s face. I wonder if he’s going to pass out. “Let’s go” I say. Clare nods. We walk
back to the carsubdued. I can hear Jason yelling at us. We climb inClare starts the car
turnsand rockets down the driveway and onto the street.
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I watch her drive. It’s beginning to rain. There’s a satisfied smile playing around the edges
of her mouth. “Is that what you wanted?” I ask.
“Yes” says Clare. “That was perfect. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” I’m getting dizzy. “I think I’m almost gone.”
Clare pulls onto a sidestreet. The rain is drumming on the car. It’s like riding through a car
wash. “Kiss me” she d [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]nds. I doand then I’m gone.
MondaySeptember 281987 (Clare is 16)
CLARE: At school on Mondayeverybody looks at me but no one will speak to me. I feel like
Harriet the Spy after her classmates found her spy notebook. Walking down the hall is like
parting the Red Sea. When I walk into Englishfirst periodeveryone stops talking. I sit down
next to Ruth. She smiles and looks worried. I don’t say anything either but then I feel her
hand on mine under the tablehot and small. Ruth holds my hand for a moment and then Mr.
Partaki walks yilai:
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