A few minutes later, Rachel came in, and she did that busy thing she does, where she talks out loud to no one in particular, or maybe to herself, a whirling dervish of nervous energy and rhetorical questions. Apparently, he’s as much in the dark as I am. What will happen to me?Īt breakfast, I was the only one sitting at the table, and when Theo stopped in to grab a juice, he just raised an eyebrow and shrugged. But what if my stuff has already been packed up again into my duffel bags-Gloria would do it carefully and respectfully, take the time to fold my bras, ziplock my shampoo bottles-and the whole Rachel-Dad experiment is over, just like that? Poof. What? A MILLION-dollar idea wasn’t good enough? and I now have my billion-dollar idea: wheatberry juice!
What does that even mean? Are you sure you’re 16? (3) I’ve never used the word “disrupt” in relation to any industry. I had some sort of organic wheatberry granola from Whole Foods that the stepmonster loves, and tho it was delicious, I still have no idea wtf a wheatberry is. I’ll think, oh, she’ll love this story, I’ll tell her when I get home, and then I remember all over again. Me: (1) I don’t dream about my mom anymore either, but sometimes I totally forget that she’s gone.
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