I try to tell myself that there's no connection. After that his family moved away to one of the square-shaped states in the middle of the country. Andrew Trachtenberg did touch them once over my sweatshirt behind the bleachers at the homecoming football game. I suppose it's possible that someone else might not be able to tell, but I can't be sure because no one else has ever seen them. Only slightly, but it's bothered me ever since they started growing when I was twelve. Speaking of my breasts, the left one is larger than the right. I haven't had a haircut in over a year, and now my hair falls right above my breasts.

This is a big day for me, and one time just won't suffice. With the water just this side of scalding, I wash my hair twice. It's true that Rob and I get along better than any other brother and sister I know. It's one thing to see your brother naked when you're five and he's seven, but it's another thing entirely when you're teenagers. I ran in to see what all the fuss was about and got an eyeful. He screamed bloody murder and jumped out, hopping up and down on the fuzzy yellow bathmat. One time last year I turned on the water and then went back to my room for a second, and Rob ran into the shower. This is a good thing because it means I'll have all the hot water I need, and I need a lot. I can't hear the shower running, so Rob must still be sleeping. I sit up and rub the little crusts of yesterday's mascara out of my eyes. I've always wanted to ask my friends if they feel like that, but I never do. Sometimes I feel a bit untethered, like I'm more on the world than in it. Now I keep a pillow by the side of the bed, so it's really not too bad. For the past few years I've had very vivid dreams, and I wind up flinging myself to the floor in the middle of the night. I don't actually choose to sleep on the floor some mornings I just wind up here. Right now it's seven o'clock on a Monday morning, and I'm lying on the floor of my bedroom watching the white plastic ceiling fan go around and around and around. The text for this book was set in Gill Sans and Sabon MT, and the display type is Gill Sans Heavy The Warner Books name and logo are trademarks of Hachette Book Group, Inc. First published in 1984 by Doubleday, a division of Random House. Visit our Web site at Excerpt on self-esteem (page 102) reprinted from Women and Self-Esteem, by Linda Tschirhart Sanford and Mary Ellen Donovan. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

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