Chapter 13
Tarek also agrees. He snags my right hand within his own, as if he owns me, gives it a light squeeze. I follow him, returning to the party, the guests, the cake, the many gifts to open, to laughter, drinking, dancing, some karaoke with him…Tarek, my friend, my true friend, until he eventually leaves the celebratory gathering, gifting me two things that I will not understand in full for a very, very long time: his strange kiss and the words…This is about you and me
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Back at the cottage. I’m older now. Almost thirty-two. More experienced about life. Useful. Years after my afternoon with Tarek and our Little Free Libraries adventure together. Years after the so-called surprise birthday party that Poe throws for me…