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Chapter 16
Bo
Kutner bought me a slice of pizza and ice cream and we sat down at a booth in the corner. So far he seemed pretty cool, and easier to get information out of than my mom.
“What’s going on?” I asked, trying to look scared and confused.
“What do you mean?’ Kutner asked, hoping desperately that I was talking about something else but knowing I wasn’t.
“What’s wrong with my mom?’ I asked. “Why was she crying?”
“You know what she has,” Kutner answered. “You know she doesn’t have as long as she would have liked.” He was trying to put things delicately for me, but he didn’t need to. I’m fine.
“Why wouldn’t she look at me?” I asked.
“She’s…sad,” Kutner answered. I don’t think he thought that was a better answer than I did.
“Really? I didn’t know!” I said, pretending to be shocked. Mom calls that sarcasm. “Come on Dr. Kutner. I know there’s something going on.”
“I’m not supposed to tell you,” Kutner said. I was happy he was at least being honest now.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, afraid that I was going to be in trouble.
“No,” Kutner answered quickly. “It’s nothing like that.”
“Is there something wrong with me?” I asked. He didn’t have to say anything. I could tell the answer by the look on his face. “What’s wrong with me?” I asked quietly, even though I knew he wouldn’t tell me.
“You need to talk to your mother,” Kutner answered finally. “It’s not my place to say.”
“Am I sick?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but he seemed to think about it for a while. “Am I going to be okay?”
“Bo, I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, and I hate to be the one telling you, but don’t worry about it,” Kutner answered. “At least not until you can talk to your mom.”
“If I was your kid and you were in this situation, would you tell me?” I asked. Kutner though about that for a while.
“I can’t even imagine being in that situation,” he finally answered, shaking his head slowly and looking down at his plate.
“Thank you for treating me like an adult,” I said, standing up. I was going to go find the one person I knew would tell me.
Chapter 16
Bo
Kutner bought me a slice of pizza and ice cream and we sat down at a booth in the corner. So far he seemed pretty cool, and easier to get information out of than my mom.
“What’s going on?” I asked, trying to look scared and confused.
“What do you mean?’ Kutner asked, hoping desperately that I was talking about something else but knowing I wasn’t.
“What’s wrong with my mom?’ I asked. “Why was she crying?”
“You know what she has,” Kutner answered. “You know she doesn’t have as long as she would have liked.” He was trying to put things delicately for me, but he didn’t need to. I’m fine.
“Why wouldn’t she look at me?” I asked.
“She’s…sad,” Kutner answered. I don’t think he thought that was a better answer than I did.
“Really? I didn’t know!” I said, pretending to be shocked. Mom calls that sarcasm. “Come on Dr. Kutner. I know there’s something going on.”
“I’m not supposed to tell you,” Kutner said. I was happy he was at least being honest now.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, afraid that I was going to be in trouble.
“No,” Kutner answered quickly. “It’s nothing like that.”
“Is there something wrong with me?” I asked. He didn’t have to say anything. I could tell the answer by the look on his face. “What’s wrong with me?” I asked quietly, even though I knew he wouldn’t tell me.
“You need to talk to your mother,” Kutner answered finally. “It’s not my place to say.”
“Am I sick?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but he seemed to think about it for a while. “Am I going to be okay?”
“Bo, I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, and I hate to be the one telling you, but don’t worry about it,” Kutner answered. “At least not until you can talk to your mom.”
“If I was your kid and you were in this situation, would you tell me?” I asked. Kutner though about that for a while.
“I can’t even imagine being in that situation,” he finally answered, shaking his head slowly and looking down at his plate.
“Thank you for treating me like an adult,” I said, standing up. I was going to go find the one person I knew would tell me.