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The Orange Story: A Novella
Part Two CHAPTER TEN Don’t say I lost the magic out of my eyes or any of that schmaltzy stuff like Mom says. I’m a little older is all—I’ll be nineteen in a couple months. And I still don’t know shit, so, in those regards, I guess that makes me pretty much the same... »
The Orange Story: A Novella
CHAPTER NINE I get a very strange call in April. It’s a Sunday, near the start of the month, when it’s still pretty cold in Michigan—colder than usual this particular year. What warmth that does come only turns the frost outside to a loose, brown mush that steals your shoe if you happen to... »
The Orange Story: A Novella
CHAPTER EIGHT The last day of January, it’s crazy, bitter cold outside, and wind drives snowflakes into the air from mounds around the house. Dad gets home early, even for a Friday. He walks into the house with a look like he’s stumbled into a foreign universe. “Derek?” he says. I lean my body... »
The Orange Story: A Novella
CHAPTER SEVEN Flying to Florida every couple of months doesn’t help the feeling like I’m floating all the time. I tap-dance out of the terminal and catch my mom off guard with her nose in a holiday edition of Entertainment Weekly. “Mom!” She’s up hugging me before I have a chance to set my... »
The Orange Story: A Novella
CHAPTER SIX I call my mom one afternoon in October, and she’s all giggles on the other end. “Good news,” she says. She bought a house in St. Petersburg. A house! And she’s still a waitress. She just got back from signing the mortgage papers. John went with her to do it. She says... »
The Orange Story: A Novella
CHAPTER FIVE Demetri thinks it’s a good idea if we try out a counseling session where Dad and I each get ten minutes alone with him at the end. I wait in the hall outside his office while they’re in there talking. There’s no magazines or anything to look at, just a cheap, framed... »
The Orange Story: A Novella
CHAPTER FOUR My first day of high school, I’m standing on the porch at seven-thirty, and my neck itches. There’s still dew out drying, but it’s already bright as hell. The sun’s like, Dude, get ready for a hot one. The garage door motors open, and Dad backs out in his Sierra. He rolls... »
The Orange Story: A Novella
CHAPTER THREE August takes forever to arrive. When it does, I can hardly keep from jumping around. I finally get to see Mom again. Finally! I pack a bag with all the shorts I own like I’m never coming back. On top of the pile, just for kicks, I stick my Orange book. Normally,... »
The Orange Story: A Novella
CHAPTER TWO If the summer starts out sprinting, it ends like some kind of slug. By July, I’m divided into uneven parts. The biggest goes to Dad. Mom gets the leftovers: summers and when I’m off school for vacations. This year, with the court stuff eating up so much time, I’ll just get a... »
The Orange Story: A Novella
CHAPTER ONE I’m standing in the living room eating a strawberry Pop-Tart, and I hear a motorcycle in the driveway. A man gets off and comes up the walk. He’s got brown hair and a brown leather jacket. His eyes are sober, and he carries a square package tied up with twine. The package... »
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