CHAPTER 4I finally caught up with her one late afternoon outside of school and in the rain. Her hair was dripping wet. I told her I needed – ah – someone to stand up for me. I was going to be baptized a Catholic, and I needed a godmother to stand up for me. I couldn’t have sounded more pathetic, but, hey, I was desperate. “My original godmother passed on,” I faltered, then plowed on in a breathless babble. “She was found frozen to death in her apartment in Budapest. But I don’t want you to do it because you feel sorry for me.”
Millie said she didn’t feel sorry for me. She didn’t feel anything for me.
“But all the time we spent together…?”
She said a romance was supposed to be a happy time and she had been miserable.
“Miserable?”
“Yes. You kept pushing me to go all the way. And you ca
