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- Author: Jenny Han
- Language: English
- Genre: Teen & Young Adult Fiction about Friendship
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LILLIA
I’M SITTING ON MY BATHROOM COUNTER, TRYING TO remember what the
makeup lady at Saks told me about how to do eyeliner on Asian eyes.
Only . . . I can’t think straight.
I think she said to wing it just the tiniest bit. I do my right eye first, and it
looks okay. I’m finishing up my left eye when my little sister, Nadia, bangs
on the door so loudly that I jump.
“Lil! I need to take a shower!” she yells. “Lilli-uhh!”
I pick up my hairbrush and then reach over and unlock the door. Nadia
rushes in and turns on the water. She sits on the edge of the tub, in her big
soccer T-shirt with her shiny black hair mussed up in the back and watches
me brush my hair. “You look pretty,” she says, her voice scratchy with
sleep.
Do I? At least the outside is still the same.
I keep brushing. Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, done. I brush
my hair twenty-five strokes every morning. I’ve done it that way since I
was little.
Today will be like any other day.
“But I thought you weren’t supposed to wear white after Labor Day,”
Nadia adds.
I look down at my sweater. It’s new—white cashmere, soft and snug. I’m
wearing it with my white short shorts. “Nobody follows that rule anymore,”
I tell her, hopping down from the counter. “Besides, this is winter white.” I
swat at her butt with my hairbrush. “Hurry up and get in the shower.”
“Do I have time to curl my hair before Rennie gets here?” she asks me.
“No,” I say, closing the door behind me. “Five minutes.”
Back in my room I start filling my brown saddlebag with my school
things, like I’m on autopilot. My new pen and the leather planner my mom
got me as a back-to-school gift. Lollies. Cherry ChapStick. I try to think if
I’m forgetting something, but nothing comes to mind, so I grab my white
espadrilles and head down the stairs.
My mom is in the kitchen, wearing her robe and drinking an espresso.
My dad bought her one of those fancy espresso machines for Christmas,
and she makes a point of using it at least once a week, even though she
prefers tea, and even though my dad is hardly ever at home to see her use it.
He’s a doctor, the kind who does research. For as long as I can remember,
he’s been working on some new drug to cure cancer. He spends part of the
month working at a lab in Boston, and he gets sent all over the world to
present his findings. He was on the cover of some science journal this
summer. I forget the name of it.
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