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check off “3. Go on a picnic” and “4. Try a new food.”
No revelations about Mom, or invaluable life lessons here. But at least it was fun.
“So, do you think that’s the solution?” Blake asks. “Changing yourself?”
“Well, not exactly changing myself,” I clarify. “More like becoming myself, you know?”
“Just… make sure it’s for you,” Blake says as she plucks a few blades of grass and chucks them into
the wind, the both of us watching them float away. “I was in a relationship before and it felt like I
changed so much of who I was to fit what I thought she wanted. Like I cared more about what she
thought of me than what I thought of me.”
“She.” My skin prickles at the word. She. “You’re…”
Blake whips her head around to look at me. “Yeah, uh… gay. I’m gay. Is that…?”
“Cool! Totally cool, of course,” I say as I smooth out the blanket underneath us. I had wondered.
When Paul had told her he was gay at Nina’s, when Jake had flirted with her at Snyder’s Orchard. “But
you’re right. That’s not what I want to do.”
We sit in silence for a few moments, watching the clouds drift by overhead.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?” Blake asks.
I let out a long sigh, rolling over onto my side to face her. “We’ve got a few back-to-back showings
going on at my house, even though we haven’t even found our new house yet. So… absolutely nothing.
Why?”
She gives me a mischievous grin, holding up a red lifeguard lanyard filled with keys. “I’m closing
tomorrow.”
I look down at the list, my eyes landing on
8. Skinny-dip in Huckabee Pool after hours.
I groan and cover my face with the corner of the checkered blanket. “This list is going to kill me.”