We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.
Holly BlackYou better get over here with my car,โ Grandad says. โBefore I call the cops and tell them you stole it.โ โSorry,โ I say contritely. Then the rest of what he said sinks in and I laugh. โWait, did you just threaten me with calling the police? Because that Iโd like to see.
Holly BlackThey think you can't feel anything, because they've forgotten how. You're very, very dangerous, I get that, and you're prone to some very theatrical brooding, but don't let yourself mistake that for some kind of inner corruption. They see themselves in you and are blinded.
Holly BlackGreat. Lookout. I'm a lookout. Another thing to put on my college applications. What do I do if I see someone?" Val looked back. "I'm not sure, actually.
Holly BlackOn the way out to the car, Philip turns to me. โHow could you be so stupid? I shrug, stung in spite of myself. โI thought I grew out of it.โ Philip pulls out his key fob and presses the remote to unlock his Mercedes. I slide into the passenger side, brushing coffee cups off the seat and onto the floor mat, where crumpled printouts from MapQuest soak up any spilled liquid. โI hope you mean sleepwalking,โ Philip says, โsince you obviously didnโt grow out of stupid.
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