Chemo, radiation, a zillion surgeries, watching my mom age twenty years in twenty months: if thats part of the Big Dudes plan, then its pretty obvious, isnt it? Somebody up there hates you.
SUTHY has landed me here in this hospice, where wethats me and Sylvieare the only people under thirty in the whole place, sweartogod. But Im not dead yet. I still need to keep things interesting. Sylvie, too. I mean, were kids, hospice hostages or not. We freak out visitors; I get my uncle to sneak me out for one insane Halloween night. Stuff like that. And Sylvie wants to make things even more interesting. That girls got big plans.
Only Sylvies father is so nuclear-blasted by whats happened to his little girl, he glows orange, I swear. Thats one scary man, and hes not real fond of me. So we got a major family feud going on, right here in hospice. DO NOT CROSS line running down the middle of the hall. Its crazy.
In the middle of all of this, really, theres just me and Sylvie, a guy and a girl. And we want to live, in our way, by our own rules, for whatever time weve got. We will pack in some living before we go. Trust me. So lets get to it.