Rachel dumps a fresh copy of Marie Claire on my lap as I’m sitting in my deck chair, watching Hopey wade through the Greenpeace fountain, filled with riverwater bottle by bottle. If I take my eyes off her for just a second, Hopey might drown and that would be my life over. Kids can drown in a tablespoon of water. I read that in a Cosmo magazine. I’ve been reading a lot of magazines, like little time capsules from five years ago, plus a lot of literature too, lying back while my tummy hurts like morning sickness. Even reading kids’ books. I read a s**t-ton of stuff. Anything to avoid having to talk to Fleshies. I’m just resentful of everyone… And I kind-of want Ötzi to start more conversations. To act interested. To pursue me.
I’ve vowed I’ll never sleep with him again, but it would be nic
