So if you were reading along with me last time, you might’ve thought the chapter ended on a weird, kinda anticlimactic note. I did, too . . . that is, until I realized that this site doesn’t actually break the pages up into chapters (this one is better about it, though). So that wasn’t the end.
Probably should’ve checked that when I made the post . . . 3 weeks ago.
Anyway, so originally I’d thought I would cram the rest of chapter 1 into a post with the second chapter. But . . . wow, the end of this one was a doozy. If all these chapters give me so much material, I might start breaking these into multiple parts.
So remember when I said that Sunshine didn’t bother thinking about all those dead kids and it was another sign she’s an insensitive brat?
Anyway, turns out that was uncharitable of me, because she does have thoughts about them:
It was a long list. The world contains a lot of dead people. And while Patrick droned on, reading the list from a sheet of paper because it was too long to memorize, I kept my eyes closed, trying to think prayerfully but mostly imagining the day when my name would find its way onto that list, all the way at the end when everyone had stopped listening.
Lovely. But really, this isn’t that bad. If I was going to die soon, I’d probably feel . . . wait. Is this chick actually dying? We haven’t actually had any discussion of what she has or what it means or anything.
Is it bad that I don’t really care?