VISIBILITY SUCKS. The rain, if possible, is coming down even harder. I have this brief vision of it pummelingthe car so hard it crunches like an empty Coke can, and just like that it’s harder for me to breathe. It takes asecond for me to realize that this has nothing to do with the shitty weather or latent claustrophobia, but withthe fact that my throat is only half as wide as usual, tears hardening it like an artery, so that everything I doand say involves twice as much work.

I have been medically emancipated for a whole half hour now. Campbell says the rain is a blessing, it’s keptthe reporters away. Maybe they will find me at the hospital and maybe they won’t, but by then I will be withmy family and it won’t really matter. My parents left before us; we had to fill out the stupid paperwork.

Campbell offered to drop me off when we were through, which is nice considering I know he wants nothingmore than to hook up with Julia, which they seem to think is some tremendous mystery, but so isn’t. I wonderwhat Judge does, when it’s the two of them. I wonder if he feels left out.

“Campbell?” I ask, out of nowhere. “What do you think I should do?”

He doesn’t pretend to not know what I’m talking about. “I just fought very hard at a trial for your right tochoose, so I’m not going to tell you what I think.”

“Great,” I say, settling deep into my seat. “I don’t even know who I really am.”

“I know who you are. You’re the premier doorknob caddy in all of Providence Plantations. You’ve got a wisemouth, and you pick the crackers out of the Chex Mix, and you hate math and…”

It’s kind of cool, watchin............