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Twenty minutes later, Tara is on the phone with the ISU and Evan’s leaning over her shoulder and clicking through her computer screen. Johnny is growing increasingly nervous and tapping his fingers on Tara’s desk, but his rhythm (Mussorgsky, thank you very much) is interrupted by the buzz of his phone.
It’s Paris, who Johnny left still crashed out on his couch a few hours ago.
“Hi,” Johnny answers hesitantly, stepping out of Tara’s office and learning against the wall. He’s mostly hidden by a potted plant, and there’s no one around anyway, so he slides to the floor.
“Hey,” Paris says back, and for a long moment it’s silent.
“I wanted to call,” Paris says finally, and he sounds a little tipsy but that’s okay, Johnny thinks, because Paris always gets a little more sincere when he’s drunk. “Because, I know last night was crazy and we got really drunk but I still…I remember the important parts.”
Johnny swallows.
“And I mean, I remember, and it’s okay. It-it’s weird, but it doesn’t change anything. I mean, who you are. Like, the parts you have don’t change who you are. And by the way I’m still on your couch. What Not to Wear is on and I’m just gonna camp out and eat the chocolate that we both know you’re hiding under your sink. I’ll be around,” Paris finishes, and Johnny’s never been so glad to hear Paris’s words in his life. “When you get back, come home, I’ll still be here. We can mock that family with all the kids or something.”
The relief spreads warmth through Johnny’s body. Paris is going to be there, it’s going to be okay. Nothing (everything) has changed.
“Save some chocolate for me,” Johnny manages, and his voice breaks and he realizes, dimly, that his eyes are wet and he’s about to try.
“Of course,” Paris says, scandalized. “Who do you think I am, Lambiel?”
Johnny laughs and the world, for a moment, feels safe and familiar.
After they hang up, Johnny walks down the hall to the bathroom. He doesn’t go in the ladies’ room, can’t, not yet, but his hands don’t shake when he unzips his jeans and he sits down to pee,. Everything is going to be all right.
Johnny likes girls, he thinks to himself as he’s washing his hands. Girls are smart. Some are catty and have the best bitchfaces, better even than Johnny’s. Some, like Yu-Na, are born knowing how to move their arms and how to dance. Some girls have hair that they tuck behind their ears or legs that go on for ages and Johnny has always like them, always liked Tara and Ksenia, Sasha and Yu-Na, Tanith and Oksana and really, it’s not like he’d object to being a girl. Not like he’s objecting. It’s just…it’s weird.
Johnny looks at himself in the mirror, his face, his chest, his collarbones.
“It doesn’t change anything.”
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When Julie is born, Patti is delighted. Her first child, a daughter. She is the most perfect baby that Patti has ever seen.
When Julie is one, she starts to talk-stuttering syllables, only recognizable as words by those who are around her the most. Patti recognizes them all, because each one is more amazing than the last.
When Julie is two, she begins to emphasize certain words, when she wants more toys or when she rejects a nap. At the beginning, Patti tries to ignore her protests and explains gently that not all things in life are the way we want them to be. It doesn’t always work.
When Julie is three, she comes into herself, growing a personality. She is strong-willed and vivacious and beautiful, and Patti loves her more than anything, loves even the toddler attitude and the early-morning wakeups. Julie still demands things, sometimes, reaching out a hand or raising her voice, but she’s usually justified, Patti thinks, and anyway, what’s the harm in giving her more strawberries, since she wants them? It just makes sense.
When Johnny is four, Patti enrolls him in preschool without a second thought.
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