But he was still Jeffrey.
He was thinner.
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His eyes found mine.
“Ruthie.”
My throat closed. Then I noticed the chair beside his bed.
Something was waiting on it.
And the second I saw it, I gasped and stopped breathing.
Something was waiting on it.
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Jeffrey and I became best friends when we were 17. Not boyfriend and girlfriend. Just Jeffrey and Ruth.
He dated other girls. I went out with other boys. I even went to prom with someone else, though my best friend ended up driving me there
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Everyone thought we were ridiculous.
They all believed we’d eventually realize we belonged together, but we laughed.
He dated other girls.
My mother, Erica, used to watch us at the kitchen table arguing over homework and say, “One day, the two of you are going to figure
this out.”
Jeffrey would grin.
“Figure out what?”
“You know exactly what.”
