An eerie silence filled the tent, anticipation and dread colliding in the air as everyone waited and wondered what would happen next. She shuffled forward a bit and joined the back of the audience. Only then did Jennifer realize she wasn’t the only one watching, wasn’t the only one spellbound by this odd man in his ringmaster get-up. The man rang the bell twice more, and a hush fell over the tent. He wore a huge black top hat, which perfectly matched his knee-high leather boots. Was stuffed into the pocket of a flamboyant red jacket, its seams etched with brilliant gold embroidery.
Did she have a rock’n’ roll streak growing up? Or did “ There’s got to be more, but no one will tell me. She was a good mother who loved me very much, but who died too soon of a terrible disease.
Whereas all I have to remember my mom is a one-dimensional picture. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that all these other adults I see-your aunt Julie and Mark and even your uncle Ed-they all have depth. They’re good and bad and it’s all mixed up inside them.” Maddie cocked her eyebrow, confused. I just see all these other adults in real life and in movies and books, and they’re all so complicated. “I guess I’ve been thinking it for a while but haven’t really known how to say it. “I don’t know.” Chelsea didn’t meet Maddie’s gaze. “Chelsea, where’s this coming from?” Maddie asked. They’d always be there for each other, no matter what. They were sisters, and nothing could tear them apart. She’d never forget how Chelsea had breezed into her life, how she’d made her feel welcome and not alone. “Sisters for life.” And what could Maddie do but hook her finger with the girl’s? However unsure she’d been that day, it’d turned out to be the best thing that had happened to her. We have a bond that no one and nothing can break.” She’d reached across the hospital bed then and held out her pinkie.
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