One Percent More Humid Page #4

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and an Ivy League degree

getting all the luck.

Some kid in a rundown mobile

home might not have a chance.

I can't let that happen.

So I'm just gonna stagnate.

I loved your books.

Yeah, thanks.

No, no, no, I'm okay.

So, you like the Polish poets?

- Is that what your work is like?

- Yes.

The intersection of poetic

lyricism and existential darkness?

Yes.

What are you doing?

Mmm, no.

Yeah, good idea. Good idea.

Good idea.

How old are you?

Forty.

I'll be right back.

- Okay.

- Okay?

Okay, just a sec.

A-ha!

Found you.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey.

Beauty.

Can I just say this? I don't...

I wish it were me instead of Mae. I...

I can't sleep without dreaming of her.

I don't deserve to be here. I wish I...

I wish I could've swung the car

around so it were me instead of her.

You know I wasn't drunk. I

wasn't high. It just happened.

It was just a bad turn.

Hey, you know, my parents...

My sister is gone.

- I know.

- All right?

There's no f***ing changing it for them.

You have your whole life to get over this.

- I swear to God I won't...

- Now get f*** away from me, Catherine.

Get the f*** away from me!

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Come on.

Hey.

Hello.

Hi.

- Iris.

- What?

I just like you.

I like you, too. Okay?

It feels good.

You have to be quiet.

Hey.

I have to tell you something, I...

I just...

I can't keep it from you.

You can tell me.

I mean, you've been MIA,

so I know something's up.

I'm seeing my thesis advisor.

Seeing him?

I slept with him. I'm sleeping with him.

He's married.

He's married?

I mean, I know it's wrong.

It's wrong and it's bad, and

it's all of those things but...

It doesn't seem it.

It's shocking because

it's just not you at all.

I know.

How was it?

It was unbelievable. I

mean, it is unbelievable.

It's amazing.

Maybe his wife's a b*tch.

I just want the best for you.

You know?

I know, inevitably, you're

going to get hurt here.

I'm already hurt.

It can't get worse.

I gotta shower.

I'm going over to his place later.

What's your plan?

I thought we were hanging out.

- I'm sorry.

- No, it's fine.

It's gonna be our summer?

You and Professor Feely McGrabby?

And me and me?

No. No.

- So, were you in the hospital?

- What?

After the accident. Sorry, that was abrupt.

Oh. Uh...

It's okay.

Uh, I had to have stitches, yeah.

And, um, Catherine...

They had her on suicide

watch for, like, a week.

She tried to slit her wrists.

She was just, like, clawing at herself.

So they had her sedated

through the funeral.

And she, uh, severed a tendon

in her calf in the accident.

So, how's she doing now?

I don't know.

She in therapy?

No, she says she doesn't need it.

How about you?

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