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does anybody remember sam and alice? sometimes i do, too.
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Even years later, he still wouldn’t be able to pinpoint what it was about that night that had hit him so hard. Maybe it was just that, for the first time, he really understood the shape of things, what it all really meant. His stomach churned at the thought of the thousand or so half-baked, adolescent, lesbian sex fantasies he’d previously enjoyed. He’d never be able to think about it that way again. Well, not soberly anyway, and not for a very long time.
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sam and alice excerpt (still trying to figure out this chapter)
Something had changed in him that first year after high school. He and Alice spent the last two weeks of the summer down at Uncle Len’s beach house in Florida, each of them trying to make sense of the mess they’d been in since graduation. Her parents had been keeping her in captivity from the moment they’d found out, as if limiting her exposure to the outside world would somehow stop it from happening. And they’d only agreed to let her go away with him, he suspected, because they didn’t know anyone in Seaside, and maybe even because they thought that some time alone at the beach with him might change things somehow.
It was a fantasy he himself hadn’t entertained. No. From the moment Alice had told him, he’d known it was unshakably true. And he realized he’d known it was true maybe even before then, too. Like the way you know gravity is true even before you know what it really is. And he also knew that whatever it was that had happened to Alice had happened long ago, when some conspiracy of God and man had composed the code from which Alice Martin was created, the same code that had given her those green eyes, the freckles on her right cheek, her sense of humor. The code that had given her all the things he loved about her had also given her this.
She’d carried it in silence for almost eighteen years, and the only thing happening that summer was that the rest of them were trying to figure out how to live with it, now that it wasn’t a secret anymore.
He’d hoped that by pulling her out of the immediate battle zone, he could find a way to cheer her up somehow. But she’d been so restless at the beach, afraid to sit still for too long or for things to get too quiet. And at night he could hear her muffled crying through the wall that separated their bedrooms. He’d felt helpless then, and selfish, too, because he knew she wasn’t really crying about her parents.
“I’ve been crying about them finding out about this for years now, Sam. I’m cried out over it,” she’d told him on the drive out. And he was caught off guard (and perhaps even a little offended) at the idea of her having been so upset about something without his knowing about it. It took him a moment to remember that, no matter how close they’d been, this was something completely different, something she’d kept secret, maybe even from herself, for a long time before they’d ever even met.
