Author spotlight. Published in Mar. Available now from Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. I mean down past where you can feel it, you know? She gestured earnestly at her chest. She had this old-fashioned cotton nightgown on, lace collar brilliant under the bathroom lights.
Above the collar, her skin looked gray. Cee had bones like a bird. She was so beautiful. She was completely beautiful and fucked. I mean everybody at camp was sort of a mess, we were even supposed to be that way, at a difficult stage, but Cee took it to another level.
Herding us into the bathroom at night and asking us to puke. You have to puke really hard to get it. She was sitting on one of the sinks. Cee nodded, solemn as a counselor.
They caught me and gave me a new one. But it was beautiful while it was gone. Cee stretched out her arms. Like everything. Everything all at once. That was one of her talents. Apparently, a girl named Puss had told her about the bug.
And Cee, being Cee, was totally open to learning new things from a person who called herself Puss. Puss had puked out her own bug and was living on the streets. She was six feet tall, Cee said, with long red hair.
