Fifty-Nine: JaredI had become a sitter and watcher. It seemed like every once in a while, someone felt bad enough or brave enough to invite me to go out. Usually, I said no. Sometimes, though, like today, the thought of going home was more overwhelming than going out. Either way, I had to pretend. I might as well have done it where it was loud and less conversation was required. I was sitting on a hard plastic chair watching my friends bowl. They weren't at all good, but that didn't seem to bother anyone.
I had been having a series of bad days since the Stecker crap. It felt like everyone thought what he thought. Like no one in my life was really sorry Rose was gone. They said they were, but it seemed like there was an expiration date for how long I was allowed to be sad.
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