BOOK 8
The morning after I woke up dazed. The night before, once we got home, Rachel didn’t say a word, helped me get undressed and put me to bed. It has been a really bad night and I wouldn’t have wanted to remember it for anything in the world.
Rachel knocked at the door and when she came in she had a tray in her hand with breakfast, “Good morning lovely. How are you?”
“Good,” I answered with little conviction.
“Yesterday night was terrible,” she started off, sitting next to me on the bed. “If Dean wasn’t there it could have ended really badly.”
“I know.”
“Jules, I... I have to say I’m sorry. The things I told you yesterday... I didn’t think them.”
“Rachel, I said some things that I didn’t want to say too...”
“No, you just said the truth. When I was a freshman I used to jump from
