“Well, Eli,” June said, nodding toward the back, “let me show you a pothos. And then I’ll let you decide if you want to break its heart with neglect.”
That girl’s name was Margo, and she had bitten her lipstick off during a physics exam. They met in the bathroom. Margo was crying because she’d failed a test; Eli was hiding from the pep rally. By the end of the period, they were sharing a single earbud and listening to a band Eli had never heard of. By the end of the week, Eli had rewritten her entire understanding of the word home .
Eli laughs. June laughs. And outside, the rain keeps falling, but inside, everything is green and growing.
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