I liked it.

Some small corner of me liked having a piece of her in the house.

What Bea did with it was what you would expect if you had ever met one person in your life.

She decided, somewhere around thirteen, that if that was who she was, she would get on with it.

She was suspended twice at fifteen.

She left at seventeen, three weeks after graduating, with a boy I never met, and went to Reno.

We had no contact for twenty-two months.