“I can’t believe you can be this much of a good person and not be a convinced catholic”
Sylvie saw me walk towards her in the corridor and opened her arms for a hug. She kissed the side of my forehead and made pressure with her arms around me. “Can we cry together?” I thought about all the things that had happened that week. About what I had read in the diary, what he had said to me, what he hadn’t, and about how certain people wanted to spend their 11/11/11 wish. And I smiled. “No, not today”.