The You I've Never Known

come up with one good

reason for a complete

stranger to contrive such

a complicated deception,

so I guess she must be for real.”

She’s totally for real, Air.

You should’ve seen the look on her face when she saw you standing there in front of the gym. I thought she was going to pass out.

She seriously couldn’t believe she was that close to you.

He stops to assess my sudden, unbidden scowl. Whoa. Wait.

You’re not mad I said that, are you?





Wow


Everyone’s tiptoeing

around me. Way to go,

me. Ariel. Casey.

Whoever. This is not

how you treat friends.

“Gabe? I’m sorry I’ve been so bitchy, okay? I really don’t know how to process this. To have every single thing you believe about

yourself be proven a lie?”

But that’s not exactly true. You’re still the same warm, funny, sexy-as-hell girl inside. No one knows who they are at seventeen.

Or eighteen, or nineteen or maybe ever, for that matter.

My dad used to say you learn something new every day.

If that’s true, don’t you change a little every time? How can you learn something new and still be the same?

“I don’t know. But ‘new’ and counterintuitive are two

different things. I prefer new.”





As Accurate


As my response is,

his question

is valid.

I understand

that while

the definition

of the external

me

seems to

have changed,

intrinsically,

I’m the same

person I was

prior to . . .

yesterday.

How

is

that

even

possible?





Fortuitously


We’ve reached the Triple G and I can think

about what I’ve got to do now instead of what

might come afterward.

Gabe asks for the key

to the Focus, promises

to extricate it from the ditch, then continues to the house.

Hillary is a lucky girl.

I arrive at the barn

with five minutes to spare.

Max, who has already saddled a bay gelding, can’t help but notice my gorgeous face.

Boy, I hope whoever did that to you got it worse.

“Actually, my steering wheel looks a whole lot better than I do. It was just a little accident.”

He’s unconvinced, but lets it go. You okay to ride?

Superfly there is raring to go.

“How can I turn him down?

No worries. I’ll be fine.”

The horse’s name totally fits.

Wind sharp through my hair, we circle the big paddock on a well-used track. Trot to warm up, urge him into a lope, and after once around, when I give him his head we are, indeed, flying. The syncopation

of his gait; the warm puffs of his exhales into the chill air; the rising scent of horse as he works up a sweat.

These things make sense, and I’m grateful for their logic.

Slow him, walk him to cool the heat of his exertion.

Return him to Max, who has a sorrel filly ready to ride.

We work like this for two-plus hours, and this time when I return the young

stallion, Hillary’s waiting to talk with me. “Okay to take a short break?” I ask Max.

He grins. If my boss there says so, and I imagine she does.





I Hand Over the Reins


And go to join Hillary,

who’s sitting on a soft bale of straw. She takes a good, long look at my face, winces.

Gabe told me what happened.

I’m so, so sorry, Ariel. Oh, by the way, he’s meeting the tow truck at your car. As long as it’s okay to drive, they’ll drop it off here for you.

A sudden thought crosses

my mind. “How much do you

think it will be? I don’t have any money to speak of, and—”

Don’t worry. I’ll cover it.

You can pay me back whenever.

In fact, if you need a few dollars to hold you over till you get paid, I’m happy to loan it to you.

“Wow, Hillary, that’s really nice. I’ll let you know if I do.”

Okay. But, listen. I . . . uh . . . wanted to talk to you about Gabe and me.

I know you two had a thing, and since I’ll be seeing a lot of you here with the horses— “Hey. Don’t worry. I’m cool with it. Gabe and I are just friends, okay?” I don’t feel the need to confess anything about special privileges,

even though her expression

tells me she definitely knows.

That’s what Gabe said, but I wanted to hear it from you.

He also mentioned your mom showing up after the game.

That must have been a shock.

“Hillary, that is a major

understatement. I truly

believed I’d never see

my mother again, and

honestly, I never wanted

to. I’m still not sure I do.

The only thing I feel

for her is resentment.”

Even as the words leave

my mouth, I hear how

cold they must sound

to an outsider. Will I

ever thaw all the way out?





Hillary Nods Understanding


But now she says simply,

I’d give anything for a little more time with my mom.

She doesn’t add the part

about that being impossible,

but she doesn’t have to.

I get what she’s trying to tell

me. “I know, and I wish it were

in my power to give that to you.”

Instead, I’ll just give her my

not-quite-a-boyfriend. “As far

as my mother, we’re supposed

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