After we finished, I just sat and listened to her talk about her apartment building, while I had a little fantasy about her bedroom.“You’re not li...stening anymore.” She teased.“Uh, Sure I was.” I lied. She gave me one of those ‘I know better.’ Looks. “OK, I wasn’t. I was wondering why you’d never go out with me. We had a pretty good time, here, no?”“Well, yes.” She replied.“So why wouldn’t you go out with me, of all the times I’ve asked.”Her answer almost knocked me off my chair. “I don’t think. Katie ran up behind me, looking scared."I'll go call an ambulance!" She cried, and started to run out of the room. I grabbed her arm and held her tight."No, Katie. She will not live until an ambulance gets here. Close the door." I spoke softly, calmly. It was time to be Megan, the Helper, not whatever I had become in the last few weeks. Katie looked at me, panic in her eyes."What do you mean? We can't just let her die! Oh please, don't let her die!" Katie was getting hysterical. I grabbed her. More than he had given me. That photo in his kitchen had brought us onto a whole other road than the one I thought we were on, and I couldn’t continue riding on it blindly without knowing at least some of its twists and turns.And then there was the matter of Chloe.He sighed and leaned back, shaking his head a little. “When I first met Chloe I thought she was cute. I liked her. She was a bit high maintenance for me, but I knew I was pretty high maintenance, too.” He smiled at me but I couldn’t. I dreamed about meeting someonewho would understand me and accept me the way I really am.Somehow I managed to survive puberty with nothing worse than a few closecalls. Once, my little sister Susie spilled the last of the nail polishremover at the worst possible time (for me).And I'll never forget the time I discovered my older sister's new bottleof liquid eyeliner. I had no idea she bought it to wear to swim teampractice until I found out the hard way how waterproof it really was!Talk about.